To Bleed a Crystal Bloom (Crystal Bloom, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

Because lies are pretty little masks we place on our words to tint the truth into something palatable.

“What I want, what I need, and what is right are three entirely different things.”

“You want a fairy tale?” he spits, waving it in my face. “I’m your fucking fairy tale. I’m nailed to your soul, Orlaith, and believe me when I tell you there is no happily ever after. Not for me, and certainly not for you.”