Charm (Crave #5)

by Tracy Wolff

She sounds so worried—but also so trusting—that I want to tear these people apart and burn the entire place to the ground, just because I can.

I want to hold him and devour him. I want to comfort him and shatter him into a million pieces.

“What is it with you and my freckles?” she asks. Her voice is muffled because her face is still buried in her pillow, but she doesn’t seem disturbed by my attention. Just curious. “I love them,” I tell her. “They’re like my own little universe right here on your skin.

She hasn’t just broken my walls. She’s taken a sledgehammer to them and shattered them into a million tiny pieces.