Crossed (Never After, #5)

by Emily McIntire

It’s a cruel place here on earth, filled with people who don’t get it. Who choose not to understand that just because someone is different, it doesn’t mean they’re less than.

Most importantly, I learned not to trust anyone who says they love you, because in the end, they always love themselves the most.

But even the most loyal of soldiers have their weaknesses.

After all, people often ignore traits in others that exist within themselves.

The credit card burns in my wallet, practically screeching at me to keep it locked away and start actually paying off the debt, not adding more.

I need to touch her. I need to feel her against me. I need to erase what any other man has made her feel, to ruin her for even God, until the only one she can pray to is me.

She will be my downfall, because I am just a man, and for her, I am weak.

When you spend so many moments watching somebody live their life, you learn all the idiosyncrasies that make them them. And I may not know what Amaya’s first words were or how old she was when she realized she wanted to dance, but I know she licks her lips when she’s nervous and that she mouths silent songs when she’s all alone. I know she loves control and hates being told what to do, and she’ll stuff down emotion until she’s vibrating from holding it in. I know her favorite color is emerald green, she hates dressing up, and she’s so beautiful even an angel can’t compare.