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.

Rhordyn’s waters are so muddy I doubt their sediment will ever settle enough for me to truly garner his depth.

Of course I’m sheltered, but I built the walls of my own prison.

“Mates, Orlaith, are a fairy tale. A tragedy painted with the pretty face of a happily ever after, but at its core, it’s still a fucking tragedy. If you believe everything you read, you’ll be disappointed when you finally step into the real world.”

The memory jolts me from my lusty smog, and I see this situation for what it really is ... Me, leading my heart to the whipping post.

“Let the anger win, Orlaith.” His fingers stop their circles, that door slamming shut between us again. “Let the anger win.” And then he’s gone, leaving me alone at the wall, crushed against it by his parting words. A terse reminder that I may be his, but he’ll never be mine.

It doesn’t matter who you are, where you’ve come from; it’s in our nature to fall in love with the shackle that binds us.”

Rhordyn took me in and dressed me as a lamb, not realizing I’m actually the wolf.