Blade (Sweet Little Sinners, #4)

by Cassie Mint

I’ve been like this for weeks, collecting pieces of Flynn O’Malley like a magpie stealing bottle caps. And part of me always figured that someday soon he’d get tired of me, that he’d send me away like everyone else does, and then I’d have nothing left but my bottle cap details to survive on for the rest of my lonely life.

We look like an ordinary couple. A pair of everyday lovers you might pass in the street, and automatic panic claws at my insides, because I don’t get things like that. I’m not allowed them. Am I?