My feelings for Caleb had come out of nowhere, hitting me like a mack truck. He was brash, stupid, and above all else, a do-gooder. My soul was blacker than the devils and my hands were drenched in blood. After one kill, Caleb looked like he was going to break. There was no way we were supposed to be together, and yet I planned on making sure he stayed mine. Even if I had to cut a few pieces off to make sure we fit like puzzle pieces.
