Clayton (Wildflower, #1)

by Rachelle Mills

She’s in his bones, he might not be able to hold her mark, but she has branded his soul. They have greedily invaded and gorged themselves full on their love for each other. The legacy that they are making is a forked tongue trail. They have no one to blame but themselves. She can have him. He’s not worth my fight.

It’s almost like those abused women who would prefer to stay with an abuser than leave and have a better life. That’s what I see when I see Clayton. He has never wanted me, he has never shown me love, yet deep down I want him in a very sick way. Yet here’s Dallas standing in front of me, trying to be everything that I need and want.