Play with the Phantom (Midnight, #2)

by Amanda Richardson

A, You don’t know me. Not yet. But I know you. I know how light must fall on your skin, how the world must hush when you walk through it. I know you the way a man knows the thing he was never meant to have—too well, too deep, too much. They say time changes a man. That’s a lie. Time only sharpens what’s already there. And me? I’ve had nothing but time. I’ll see you soon, angel. M

Put this in my tombstone.