My world has been nothing but shades of gray since the moment I opened my eyes.
A life I don't recognize.
Unfamiliar faces. Voices. Scents. Relentless pain.
Concerned friends, but can I trust them? Are they allies, or enemies playing a dangerous game?
Crazy stories of a world gone mad, and endless silence where half my soul should reside.
It's as though I've been living in a haze of simmering rage. At the world. At those who proclaim friendship. And this mysterious, alleged mate of mine, who comes in smelling like sex and hope, with wide blue eyes and the golden hair of an angel.
She's too perfect.
I'm drawn to her. Every inch of me clamors to soothe the grim lines around her lips, to take away the burdens weighing down her tiny shoulders. Some part of me insists that she's mine and I need to keep her, to hide her away from everyone's view until she's so wholly mine she can't even breathe without me.
I want to possess her.
