Return to the Black Farm (The Black Farm, #2)

by Elias Witherow

“She’s innocent,” I spat. “I shouldn’t have to keep spelling it out for you.” “Innocent,” the man mused quietly. “Is that really it? Or do you see her as some kind of affirmation for something you desire? A pardon from the nightmares that plague you?” “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You can’t take something out of darkness and expect it to heal your own,” the man muttered.