The Line (Witching Savannah, #1)

by J.D. Horn

Even if my feelings weren’t wrong, they were dangerous and destructive, and they were burning me up inside. I had to find a way to control them, not let them control me.

Yes, I was in love with him. No, I didn’t have to act on those feelings.

“Wait. You’re blaming me for being hurt? I didn’t do anything wrong. You’re the one who threw the stone.”