Thief (Love Me with Lies, #3)

by Tarryn Fisher

Olivia burned. When she walked into a room you could feel her fire. It rolled off of her in waves. She was angry and passionate and fearless. She burned hot enough to keep everyone away. It was a good trick, except I played with fire.

“Southern belles,” she assures me, “are the deadliest of all creatures on God’s earth. If they don’t like you, they won’t even look at you when you speak to them. And then they’ll give you a compliment with the most vicious insult hiding underneath.”

I didn’t like roses. They reminded me of the women in my life: beautiful and bright, but if you touched them, they made you bleed.

“Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. Love is mean, but it’s good. It keeps us alive. If you need her, then wait. But, right now she’s getting married. It’s her day and you can’t ruin it.”

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.