No Small Sin (Fate Trace, #1)

by Genna Black

I didn’t want to fix him. I just wanted to be his outlet, and I think I’d already proven that I was up for the task.

“She’s like… the way it feels when you visit the ocean for the first time. Or…” I hesitated, considering. “Like the moment you see the light behind a person’s eyes go out, and you know it was at your hand,”

I wanted all the pieces of her fucked-up soul threaded into my very existence. I wanted what was left of mine threaded into hers.