The Punishment of Ivy Leavold (Markham Hall, #3)

by Sierra Simone

How was it on the heels of my worst moments, my darkest sins, I had stumbled upon the one person I had been unconsciously searching for my entire life?

Ivy Leavold belonged in a primeval forest somewhere, shrouded in fog, face painted with woad, with ritual fires and otherworldly spirits shimmering around her.

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I wanted to make her better. I wanted to heal her. I also wanted to fuck her ass until she begged for forgiveness. But. Restraint.

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God, I loved her so much. I loved her so much that the word love seemed ridiculously inadequate for the magnitude of what I felt. I wanted to cut myself open and make her crawl inside of me. I wanted to live and breathe and drink every moment with her, for her, and then die for her a thousand and one times.