Crave (Beneath the Secrets, #3)

by Luna Mason

The last package is wide and flat. I can’t miss the words scrawled across the front. “Picture of the strongest person I know.” Is in thick black marker. A gold gilded hand mirror.

She opens her mouth and snaps it shut. Cute. This is the first time I’ve had her speechless.

“Wrong. I tie up loose ends. That’s where you messed up. You let me hold her when she cried, and let the fury of hell soak into my shirt with her tears.”