Two wrongs don’t make a right.
But, try telling them that.
I wasn’t supposed to be at that house.
I should have never wandered away from the party.
And I definitely shouldn’t have pressed my ear to that door.
The words I heard play in my mind like a record on repeat.
Now, they want my silence.
The four guys who terrorize the streets of Redwood as a sport,
will stop at nothing to make sure that my lips are sealed.
What they don’t know is that I refuse to go down without a fight.
Marni Thorn thinks she’s holding all the cards.
She believes she’s harboring our secret.
Little does she know, it wasn’t ours to begin with.
We made a rule that she’s off limits.
But a body like that is meant to be touched.
Limits are pushed, and rules are broken.
But one thing is for certain, I have my little rebel right where I want her.
She’s an angel falling for the devil.
I’ve done very bad things.
I’m not a good man.
There’s skeletons in my closet
And blood on my hands.
I should be reaching for that sliver of light.
But deep in the darkness lies the loyalty of my friends. Along with the secrets we’ve buried.
It’s become comfortable and safe and all I really know.
It’s all that I deserve.
Yet, there’s someone who thinks I’m worthy of conviction.
She’s the solemn in this chaotic world.
Frail and pale as snow with a cross around her neck.
She’s nothing I want, but everything I desire.
But she has secrets, too.
And keeping hers safe means I’m forced to expose mine.
She could be my chance at redemption.
Or she could be my biggest mistake of all.
“Take my hand, I’ll show you the way.
There’s light in the dark. I’ll keep your demons at bay.”
I have a secret.
A deep and painful secret that has been feasting on my insides.
Clawing at my heart and lacerating it in a slow and painful agony.
If Wyatt thinks that he can just walk into my life and rattle things up,
he’s got another thing coming.
He’s nothing to me.
As good as dead.
You see, I have a secret, but so does he.
It’s my turn to get my revenge,
and I can already taste the sweetness on the tip of my tongue.
No questions asked.
My secret stays mine.
His, however, is about to go up in flames.
I’ll love nothing more than to watch him burn.
He better look out,
because this vandal is about to paint his world blood red.
They call me the reaper.
Saying I have no soul.
A heart that’s charred black.
I tell them it’s true,
because it is.
I’ve been hiding in the shadows.
Stealing secrets, destroying the lives of those who deserve it.
But there’s one story to be told before this book closes.
Don’t be fooled, it’s not a fairytale.
I’m no prince.
And I certainly don’t want a princess.
With me, she’d never get a happily ever after.
I’d break her heart in two then serve it on a platter with a smile on my face.
I told her to stay away.
Forced her on her knees.
Made her beg.
Made her cry.
Yet, she still wants my help.
Everything I do comes with a price.
They call me the reaper.
And she’ll give me a soul.
Even if it’s hers I take