The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles #2)

by Kylie Snow

I loved her when we were younger. Loved her more than the air that filled my lungs. Loved her more than life itself.

She was a beautiful whirlwind. A force to be reckoned with. She was everything I dreamed of and more. A spitfire, a siren.

“I haven’t known happiness since you left my life, Lena. I haven’t known satisfaction since that last night you were in my bed. How can’t you comprehend how desperately I desire you? How, after all these years, am I still in love with you?!”

“Lucky you, I suppose. My peace of mind perished the moment I met you. You've branded my soul, marking it as yours, even after all this time.”

“even with all the pain that has come with loving you, I would never choose to forget the beauty of the moments we shared. Because for me, those moments with you are the only beautiful memories I have.”