Labyrinth Lost (Brooklyn Brujas, #1)

by Zoraida Córdova

But sometimes it’s easier to confide in strangers than the people who love us.

It was like a sigh that wanted to be a scream.

For a long time, I wanted nothing more than to be ordinary. As we run through the changing paths of this maze, I realize I was never ordinary to begin with. We are built a certain way, and the only thing I regret is that it took me so long to see that.

Not all loves are meant to last forever. Some burn like fire until there is nothing left but ash and black ink on skin.