I’m not myself.
I’m messier. Dangerous.
I’m numb and chaotic with a dash of self-destructive.
I know the truth about my brother’s death, but it doesn’t bring me comfort. Who wants to believe the girl with a dud gun in her purse and prescription pills in her palm?
Young and I are crashing into comfort, and somewhere along the way, I’ve caught feelings for my twin brother’s cheating ex. Then there’s Noah, the betraying bastard. I’m not sure we’ll ever be the same, and yet somehow I still crave him. At least Renon provides the sort of distraction I can understand. He helps me forget.
But I always remember in the end.
Samuel Smith will die. I’m sure of it. I just have to make sure he doesn’t kill me first.