Heart, Haunt, Havoc (The Gideon Testaments, #1)

by Freydís Moon

The pair stood before each other, posturing like birds of prey or venomous snakes, two creatures unused to the idea of being known, or seen, or held.

“De las tinieblas vienes, de las tinieblas te vas.”

Grief, and betrayal, and fine-tuned desperation were learned, lived, and endured. People got better from a burst cyst, from an undercooked porkchop, from an impromptu break-up. But no one fully recovered from loss like this. They simply adapted to the sound of it, calloused to the feel of it.

“To find yourself trapped in an unexpected orbit? To know someone’s power, to understand their pain, to get a glimpse of their heart?” He met their wide, tense eyes. “Before I slept with you, I daydreamed about you. Now that I’ve been with you, I’m consumed by you. How I feel about you, what I want from you… it’s thrilling; it’s excruciating. So, yes, you terrify me, Bishop.”