She says I’m a fiend, an underling she’s trying her damndest to exorcise.
But there’s no dislodging me.
Because I’ve already sunk my talons into her soft white underbelly and feasted from her.
No matter what she says, our possession is mutual because she drank the unforgivable from me too.
Nothing and no one will tear us apart. Not even her.
She says there is no we.
But I know there’s only us.
This book is part TWO of a duet and therefore NOT a standalone but a continuation. Please read part one of the duet, Swallow Your Sorries, first.