Flock (The Ravenhood Book 1)

by Kate Stewart

What other pull could be so strong? What other feeling could addict me to the point of insanity? Of doing the things I did, and living with these memories within this ghost story.

I expect passion and butterflies, and one or two fairy tale moments. When we fight, I want it to hurt. When we fuck, I want to feel it with every fiber of my being. When a man confesses his love to me, I expect him to mean it. I don’t want to question the words’ authenticity. I want to be claimed and owned and ruled and possessed by love.

Should I compromise to keep him? Hell no.