To Snap a Silver Stem (Crystal Bloom, #2)

by Sarah A. Parker

I almost laugh, wondering why my fear has tucked tail in the corner while mania rears her wild head and gnashes her teeth at the smiling moon.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” “More than you could possibly imagine,” he mutters. A vast assumption. He has no idea how broad my scope is for the various levels of fucked up. “Come here.”

You can run off and tie yourself to your pretty High Master, but I’ll hunt you to the four corners of the continent. Not because I want to, but because I can’t fucking help myself.

“The entire time?” “From the moment you stepped off that ship,”

I still. Even my heart gutters to a halt. He doesn’t want my body. He wants my fucking soul. No.