Lucy, Smoke. Sick Boys. #bk. 4

Read by J. F. Harding, Elizabeth Russell

What tangled webs we weave . . . He's everything I don't want. A playboy. A beast with a cunningly gorgeous smile. Faces like his only mean one thing. Somewhere underneath all of that handsomeness, there lies a monster. And if anyone can sense a monster, it's me. I understand cruelty. I've lived and breathed it my entire life. I existed on the "charity" of others until I realized that it wouldn't be enough. My demons would soon be set free. They were coming back for me and to be ready for them-to be ready for him-I needed to make myself invincible. But it's not enough. If I'm going to survive then I need to make an alliance with a monster of my own: Abel Frazier. Contains mature themes

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