Reaper (Boston Underworld, #2)

by A. Zavarelli

Damaged souls have their own beauty. A dark, terrifying beauty. The same type of beauty I recognize in Ronan.

He’s an old soul trapped in a young man’s body.

I will never understand what it is about this quiet, enigmatic man that renders me completely senseless. Ronan feels it too. This explosive link between us. All

He takes the spoon and dips it back into the container, gathering some more. And he looks very much like a child who’s just had their first taste of ice cream. I feel protective of him, in this moment. And I never want to let anything hurt him again.

Ronan is my life. My breath. My sole reason for existing sometimes. I know it sounds insane, but it’s how I feel. We were put on this earth to find each other. And when he looks at me with those dark brown eyes like he’s doing right now, I know what we have is one of a kind. A supernova. A love so rare, so unparalleled, it shines brighter than any other in existence.