Nocticadia

by Keri Lake

Calling her beautiful was like calling the sun lukewarm. She’d blazed like the hottest part of a

I both hated and craved the addicting way he’d hooked himself into my veins and fed me with this unbridled and reckless desire.

“There isn’t a sharp enough blade to carve you out of my head, Lilia.

“Don’t hide from me, Lilia. You are no less beautiful than that day you walked into my classroom and stole my fucking breath.”