As I crossed the dark, smoky room, I still couldn’t believe my luck. The chances that the very woman I had been looking for over the last five years being here at the same time I was were probably astronomical. Yet, there she was, dancing on top of a table with her eyes closed and her head tipped back as she swayed to the music, looking like sex and sin.
I was nothing but dirty, jagged pieces left raw from years at war, both on the inside and the out. And the only person who could glue me back together was less than ten feet away from me, giving the light of her smile to someone else. I had never wanted to murder someone so badly in my life.
Perhaps it was foolish to jump so blindly back in love with a man who had shredded me into almost non-existence before, but I couldn’t help myself, not when it came to Lucas Young. On one hand, he was my kryptonite. On the other, he was my Holy Grail. The last thing I should want, yet the very thing I needed. The literal, breathing contradiction of my life. The only person who could destroy me with a word and build me back up with no words at all.