Roots of the Wicked

by Keta Kendric

This was the first time I found myself stunned by a woman’s presence.

“Sometimes, all it takes is the right person who is willing to abide by your rules, but one who also has enough strength to show you a different way.” His intriguing

“I’m an acquired taste. If we hooked up, there’s a probability that you will either stalk me for more, run from the unholy hell I would unleash on you, or put a restraining order out to keep me away

from you.” “I want the chance

“So, do you date women, exclusively?”

“This is beautiful. You’re beautiful, Jax,” he said. “The kind of beautiful that has stripped me of my self-control. Wild, uninhibited, and gorgeous.” His lips hovered at my ear, his endearing words a whisper. “I’m completely intoxicated by you, and I fear I have lost my sanity.” His words were like secrets I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear. I wasn’t entirely convinced he realized he was speaking out