Storm of Secrets and Sorrow (Legacy, #2)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

Because the dark still plagued her, and time spent in pleasure at his hands still managed to drive it away, and fuck him for being both her destruction and salvation.

In the end, though, she supposed dreams were like hope. Completely pointless.

This place was where they were the most real with each other. In the middle of the hate and the tension, the arguing and the passion. This was when they both spoke without trying to get the upper hand.

“Feeling is what keeps us from becoming the monsters, Tessa.” “Maybe I want to be the monster!” she cried.

“That facing truths is difficult, but deciding what to do with those truths is the greatest burden of all.”

“Because monsters don’t settle, Tessa. They take their happy endings, even if they leave a blood trail in their wake,”