Break Me (Brayshaw, #5)

by Meagan Brandy

She knows and trusts that if her sight grows dark, I’ll light her fucking soul on fire.

She is the pull, the venom others can’t wait to drown in. Victoria, she’s the preface, the discoverer. She sees what others can’t. Raven, she’s the endgame. The heavy push to the edge.

“Mommy, I’m thirsty,” Zoey calls.