Invidious (The Marked, #2)

by Bianca Scardoni

The steep descent into Hell is always paved with good intentions.

The beautiful boy from my dreams turned out to be nothing more than a trickster. An illusion I was too blind to see through. He played me right from the start, used me for his own personal gain, and then threw me down to the Gates of Hell when he was done with me, never bothering to look back once. Not even to see if I had stuck the landing.

I could live inside my books, each one taking me further and further away from the barred windows that held me prisoner.

My anchor had chipped, cracked, rotted away to the bottom of the ocean, leaving me lost and drifting in the open sea alone.

He was the sun and the earth and everything beautiful in between them.

Everyone’s afraid of something, Jemma. It doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re alive. It takes real courage to feel that fear and do it anyway.”

I could easily fall in love with the way he was looking at me. Like I was something special; something worth fighting for.

His lips crashed against mine, knocking the wind right out of my entire world.