Distorted (Alabaster Penitentiary, #1)

by Nyla K.

He looks pretty when he’s miserable. Added bonus.

Maybe we’re two mangled, jagged pieces who could click together, despite all the fires burning around us.

I want Dascha Reznikov to be my broken toy, in all ways. And I have a habit of getting what I want, especially when it’s the thing that could be my untimely demise.

I start walking away but Darcey’s voice catches me. “Dash…” I turn over my shoulder. “Just because we’re broken, it doesn’t mean we need them to put us back together.”

Confusion is my middle name.

My ready-made life, like a prison I can’t escape from… Dascha Reznikov is free, and I’m not. And I have to live with that.