piece—the slice that perfectly fixed every wrong. Maybe this isn’t the start of an addiction; it was always there. I’ve just found the correct dose. “Don’t look at me like that.” Blaze whispers, staring up at me with her eyes the color of the hottest fire. “Like what?” “Like you want to eat me alive.” Her gaze goes down to my lips, then back up. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you since the moment I was born.”
