Hollow Heathens (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #1)

by Nicole Fiorina

Hate me, moon girl. Hate me like the rest of them. Hate me as I hate me. Because if you don’t, one of us will kill you, and it will probably be me.

He kissed me as if he had been searching, as if he found a piece of himself again within me. A thing he’d lost somewhere along his way.

“I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t. No matter what they say, you were always mine, and you always will be.”