Etched in Frost (Hallowed Harbingers #1)

by L.R. Friedman

She’s a compulsion I can’t shake. An addiction I’m desperate to feed. A high I never want to come down from.

She’s become my heartbeat. The only one I have now. She pulses with a certainty that is etched into my skin and sinks deep into my bones.

“You deserve someone who listens, wants to learn you and your body inside and out, sees your presence in their life for the gift that it is. You deserve someone who makes you feel alive.”

She’s a storm that’s swept me up and consumed me so deeply that I’m both irrevocably broken and beautifully changed by her. Forever.

“Some things are too imprinted to ever disappear, no matter how much time passes.”

It’s easy to be blind to the things we don’t want to see, even when they’re right in front of us.”

“You aren’t just anything, Tempest,” Jax says, platinum brows drawing together, tone deadly serious. “You are everything.”

Dance may be the love of my life, but Jax is the love of my existence.