Alexander: Alexander's Story (Spearhead Lake Book 4)

by E.L. Stevens

We were a goddamn wildfire that, left to its own devices, would destroy everything in its path.

I’ve come so far, but one look, one touch, is all it takes for me to fall back into the depths of hell with her.

She feels the same. But I’m different. And at the same time, I’m not. I would always be this version of me with her. There’s no denying it.

I close my eyes, fighting against my baser instincts, but lose the battle. I wouldn’t not do this. Not in any version of this story. Not in any other universe. Because I would always be this Alex with her.

I revert when I’m with her. I become someone I hate. I hate myself now. And I hate her, too, though a little of that hate is misplaced.