Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men, #5)

by Giana Darling

You could love someone and still hurt them.

He’d fought for me, not because of me.

I wanted to lay her out and play her body like an instrument just to see what chords would make her sing, how many ways I could make music with her form.

I can’t….

She was mine. And I was hers in the way a wolf is owned by his moon, elementally, fuckin’ irrevocably.

Screaming, crying, throwing up 😭