Broken Souls and Bones (Stonegate, #1)

by L.J. Andrews

To those who won’t admit they wish the love interest was the villain every time. I see you.

I was once told we never truly knew another soul until we saw the darkness they kept inside.

“You destroy them”—a dark, wicked rasp scraped over my brain—“and they will destroy you.”

We circled each other like the sun chased the moon at dawn.

Break me, I no longer care, as long as it is you who wields the destruction.

Fate or something crueler had always been there, weaving my path with Roark Ashwood.