A Strange Hymn (The Bargainer, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

I get that I’m being a poor sport. Rather than making lemonade out of lemons, I’m pretty much cutting open those lemons and squeezing them into my eyes.

It feels like I’ve just conceded a little bit of my soul. But Des has been collecting pieces of my soul since the night I took my father’s life. As far as I’m concerned, he can have it; I know he’ll take good care of it.

“Secrets are meant for one soul to keep.”

“Callie,” he says, sounding disappointed, “I’m wounded. I would never lead you astray.” Says the man who taught me to drink and gamble.

“The stars agreed that, for an evening, they’d hang the night sky in your hair.”

Oh, the joys of becoming a weapon of mass destruction.

I am someone’s nightmare, I tell myself.

“When I close my eyes, all I see is the shape of your face and the brightness of your smile. You are the stars in my dark sky,