Crave (Crave, #1)

by Tracy Wolff

I just made you a pawn in a game you can’t begin to understand.”

Join me and the two of us can build a bigger arsenal.” He lifts a brow. “And here I thought that’s exactly what I have been doing.” “What does that mean?” I demand.

There’s something about him that calls to me on a soul-deep level, something broken in him that somehow fits with what’s broken in me.

“I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.”

Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.

“Who did that Klimt sketch remind you of when you bought it?” “You.” The answer comes fast and honest. “I just didn’t know it yet.”