The lights go out, bathing us in darkness. Only she and I reside here, on opposite sides, both craving the same thing. I witnessed it in her eyes. I let it fester for years. I allowed myself to think I was different from them. I was wrong. I tried to resist. I tried to be different. But blood was thicker than water. I didn’t just want her. I needed her. I needed to own every single inch of her. She crooked her finger, beckoning me, and I drifted to her like helpless sails in the wind. A flicker inside me roared to life. She’d woken the beast. The flames burned bright, promising destruction to all those who obstructed our path. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Author
A. A. Davies is the dark, romantic, taboo side of Abigail Davies. Abigail is the author of over twenty novels; her favorite to write being anything full of angst and drama. Her writing space is her safe-haven where she can get lost—and tortured—in the world of her characters. When not writing, Abi is mother to two beautiful daughters, a black cat, a chocolate Labrador, and three guinea pigs.
