Seducing Zake Craige
I needed answers.
I needed to understand the one person who had haunted his thoughts for so long his childhood sweetheart. Even though I had never met her, a sharp, bitter resentment burned in my chest every time I thought of her. It was irrational, I knew—hating a stranger I’d never laid eyes on—but something deep inside screamed that we would never see eye to eye, that she was a threat to whatever fragile thing was growing between us.
This feeling was foreign, heavy, and I hated how much power she held over me without even being present.