With Visions of Red (Broken Bonds, #1)

by Trisha Wolfe

Head games. I might be damn good at them, but that doesn’t mean I like them.

Without obsession, we may be free. Peace could have a chance. But what would life be without obsession? Hollow vessels, bored and impotent. Death. It is obsession’s ultimate price. A small tribute to pay to our beast.

All great love stories have an element of fear. Fear of change. Fear of forgetting. Fear of loss.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, goddess. Just the absolute tragedy that I didn’t make you mine first.”

“The second you get this wet….” he says, his voice dark, “you find me. Wherever you are, it doesn’t matter. Do not wait. There’s no reason why you should ever want for release, Sadie.”

“Folie a deux,” he says. “Madness shared by two.” “A psychotic delusion shared by two, to be exact.”

Psychology reference

“It’s not loss; it’s a power exchange. And I’m not stripping you of yours, I’m empowering you with mine.”