Thief (Love Me with Lies, #3)

by Tarryn Fisher

She has the kind of love that can stain your soul, make you beg not to have one, just to escape the spell she’s put you under. I’ve tried to break myself of her over and over, but it’s pointless. I’ve got more of her in my veins than blood.

That was the exact moment my heart threaded with hers. It was as if someone reached down with a sewing needle and stitched my soul to hers.

Broken people give broken love. And we are all a little broken. You just have to forgive and sew up the wounds love delivers, and move on.