Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

How much was I missing out on by locking myself away from the rest of the world? Was it still necessary to guard myself from people and vice versa? I was twenty-six years old, and so far, I’d gone all this time without hurting anyone. Did that mean I might never hurt someone?

My entire life was devoted to caring for others. I wanted someone to take care of me for once. I wanted someone to want me. No, need me.

I know vigilante justice is problematic as fuck, but sometimes I think it’s necessary, especially when the system put in place to deal with men like Brad fails because it's susceptible to loopholes.”

3

“You’re doing the same thing I am,” I said. “Trying to rewrite history.”