Author: cassandrarobbins

There are two sides to every story. I fell in love with a redheaded boy, a boy who was kind and good. Until he wasn’t. He broke my heart once, twice… I’ve lost count. Like a dark god, he haunts me. He smells like smoke and cinnamon, with danger seeping from every pore. He is my savior, my lover, exciting and addictive.I should’ve seen it coming… Never trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul … trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul to the devil to get one to love you. I would.I did.My name is…

I don’t apologize or regret the destruction I’m about to cause. I’m at peace with what I must do… nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams.No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don’t exist!I. Make. No. Excuses.Everyone needs to atone, and I’m the man who is going to see to it.

Blade McCormick is not a nice guy.He’s pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leather—the kind of guy you look at and know he’s going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done.Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate … you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious…

My secret’s out. Reed knows the truth. The destruction’s done. There’s no taking it back. Reed took all my firsts like a shiny present. He made promises with silky words I greedily kept as truths. But the moment I faltered, he took everything away. Now we’re both guilty of sins. As we come together for Grandfather Ian’s funeral, it’s time to face what I’ve done—what we’ve done. The boy I’ve … done—what we’ve done. The boy I’ve loved since age eight is now a man, his rage palpable, his turquoise eyes piercing me with an intensity that sets me on…

People say you can’t find your soul mate at eight years old. I did.I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself. We were young…beautiful…​entitled​.Money and private schools, our families’ lavish parties and posh New York City apartments—it was all mere window dressing. What was real was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved toward adulthood. It consumed me, … It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe.But I have a secret. It’s big and to some, unforgivable. And it’s why I let Reed destroy me, or…