Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

I’d learned at too early an age that the sound of a girl’s scream drew nothing more than apathy.

“Do not attempt to appeal to my good nature. We’ve established that I don’t have one.”

“My point is, I will never fall to my knees for you, or any man, in case that was your expectation.”

She was beautiful. No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.