Broken Souls and Bones (Stonegate, #1)

by L.J. Andrews

Bruise me, batter me, be the creature I believed him to be. Kindness had no place in his actions.

As though I unsettled her as fiercely as this gods-awful woman was peeling back my ribs, peering inside to see my every secret.

Touch her again, and I will stand by as she melds your jaw shut and you take your food through your nose.

He needs to know what happens when he touches you.

“You never truly know a heart until you see the darkness inside. I might like to see yours.”

Tears? What must I do to return them to your eyes? Emotion, fear, and

I was going to do horrid things. Vicious things. I could hardly stand the wait.