The Blueprint (Rules of Possession #1)

by S.E. Harmon

He raised one hand in a hesitant wave and then dropped it. He narrowed his eyes at whatever he found in my expression, and we had a moment of unspoken communication. I knew. I knew. And I wasn’t okay with it. His mouth firmed, and he looked away.

doggedly, “We can’t go back to the way things were. But maybe we can forge something else.” “I don’t—” “And you can run.” He talked over me. “As far and as long as you want to. But I’ll find you and bring you back.”

I stabbed hope in the heart again. Stay dead this time, optimistic bitch.