The Darkness Within Us (The Shadows Between Us, #2)

by Tricia Levenseller

“No one,” he says, “no one is going to touch you like that again. I will make sure of it.”

Men are the most sensitive individuals I have ever met, yet they claim it is women who are always close to hysterics.

He steps forward, takes my hand from the spot, laces our fingers together, and pins our locked hands to the wall above my head as he leans in.

I don’t just want to be kissed. I want to be devoured.

“What if I’m exposed?” “That’s the point!” Dyson shouts. “Not that kind of exposure.”