Some stories aren’t black and white…

Each day I was more vulnerable than the last. Each day he stripped away more of my sense of self. And now he'd taken the last of it, the last of me. But who did that make me? An extension of him? Someone new? I didn't know. Didn't want to know.

The novel is a seduction; a reader has to be seduced.

People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.

Will you cry? Will you miss me?

Make him love you,” Ruthless Me whispered. “Make it so he can’t live without you. The devil you know.” I felt her growing inside me, bringing with her the insane idea that I actually wielded power with Caleb.