Caged Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

I tended to prefer my men with a touch more utterly corrupted to them, but he didn’t need to know that.

She shrugged innocently but something told me this dandelion wasn’t innocent at all. It was the kind of dandelion which fucked thistles and partied hard with poison ivy.

I remembered my first few days in isolation like a strange dream. It was easier to accept it sooner rather than later and start talking to yourself to fill the silence, because no one else was going to. It was either that or go crazy. And my twelve personalities didn’t want to end up in Psych just because isolation was rough on them.

I was biding my time. Revenge was a dish best served cold and I planned on serving hers up at sub zero.