Echoes of a Hated Moon
“When hate outweighs love, and your will is strong enough, the Moon Goddess will give you the right to choose.”
“I hate him,” I’d spat, my teeth clenched. “I hate him with every fiber of my being.”
Once I’d repaid Scott for saving my life in our past life, all I had left for him was pure hatred.
Every time I remembered how Scott humiliated me, his cold stare, his cutting words—“If you really want to please me, just disappear from my world”—I felt a sharp sting.
Now I had a new life, in this small town in the Pacific Northwest, always shrouded in fog.