Midnight Is the Darkest Hour

by Ashley Winstead

I wasn’t my parents’ kind of girl, not on the inside, but I wasn’t anyone else’s, either.

That’s the upside of being the pastor’s daughter and the Devil’s son, two outcasts who became friends the way we did. From the start, nothing has been off-limits.

But joys are few and far between in this life, so I can hardly bring myself to feel guilty.