Defend the Dawn (Defy the Night, #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

When he was Weston Lark, he smiled often. Every time I earn a smile from Corrick, it’s both a reminder of who he truly is—and who he can no longer be.

“Because he’s the kind of man Weston Lark would be, if he were real.” “He’s not—” My chest is tight, and I have to take a breath. “He’s not Weston Lark.” “I’m not either, Tessa.”

“You don’t like who I am, Tessa.” “I don’t like who you pretend to be.” I swallow, and it hurts. “I love the man I think you are. But sometimes it takes me a little while to figure out which one is real, and which one is just another face you show others.”