Defend the Dawn (Defy the Night, #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Choices never seem like choices when the world only offers us bad ones.

“Do you still hate me?” he says softly. “No,” I whisper, like it’s a secret. “I love you.” He leans closer. “What’s that?” he teases. “I can’t hear you.” “I said you’re a huge pain in my—” I break off with a squeal when he kisses me, then melt into his hands when he pulls me close.