SECOND WARNING: If you have a trigger, ANY trigger, stop reading. It is in this book.
When people talk about love, they make it sound like this great thing. They say you never forget your first love. That love makes life worth living. That it’s better to have loved and lost than never loved at all.
They’re right about one thing. I will never forget my first love as long as I live. I won’t forget my second love, either—the brother of my beloved, my monster.
I’ll never forget the way they became fuel for my nightmares. They dragged me to the depths of hell and made me confront the twin faces of evil. Their faces.
Loving them didn’t give me a reason to live.
It gave me a reason to die.