Primal (The Prey Drive, #1)

by Kayleigh King

But that would be a waste of precious espresso, and we don’t fuck around with caffeine in my house. That sweet nectar of the Goddess is sacred.

For her I will be the monster. I will be the villain in our painfully short-lived love story, the one who walked away. The one who picked duty over our shared destiny.

I vow, right here and now, that one day, hearing me say her name will be the thing that heals her, not breaks her.