Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

I was completely fucking clueless, armed and ready to go to war for a girl I didn’t know, against an enemy no one would tell me about. Jesus, I was so fucked in the head from her. It was getting out of hand. She was disrupting my perfectly content way of life, and I didn’t fucking know how to cope with it. The girl fucked with my head and made me weak and swayable. It wasn’t right, and she had no business coming into my life at this pivotal point. She was like a tornado I never saw coming. The one problem I didn’t foresee when making my plans. The one person who could fracture all my hard work. And the most nerve-racking thing about it all was that I liked it. I liked the fact that she was turning my life on its axis and encouraging never-seen-before notions and feelings inside of me, and then I hated that I liked it. I was thoroughly addicted to every single thing about the girl and it had nothing to do with the physical—and the physical was pretty fucking perfect. Most importantly, she didn’t look at me like I was a meal ticket. She looked right through all the bullshit. Seeing me. Seeing only me.