Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

Emotions I was forced to keep hidden for fear of looking possessed by evil, as girls were often perceived when they felt too much.

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

She’d laid down the gauntlet with that dress, daring him to indulge, but kissing her would’ve been the sweetest poison. An intoxicating elixir, as deadly as it was addicting.

“I want you. I want you so desperately that I’d kill anything with a pulse just to have you for one night.

I crave your touch more than my next breath.”

“Your scent, your lips, your touch. It’s all I think about. Incessantly.”