Flock (The Ravenhood Book 1)

by Kate Stewart

You can’t re-live your own love story because, by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over.

I’ll never be a woman capable of letting go, of leaving the past where it belongs, no matter how much I want to.

For years, I’ve tried to convince myself that life exists after love.

I let love rule and ruin me.

I’d sabotaged my chances of recognizing and accepting the kind of love that heals, rather than hurts.

The only love I’ve ever known or craved is the kind that keeps me sick, sick with longing, sick with lust, sick with need, sick with grief. The distorted kind that leaves scars and jaded hearts.

He’s always been a monetary provider, not a dad. I respect his work ethic and success, but have zero understanding as to the whys of his lack of empathy and the chill of his sub-zero personality.

I’m so high from just two hits I swear I can see space.