Goddess from Jackheights [Book 2]

Part 1: Prologue

Young girls are expected to stumble. We are taught to swallow our pain and hide our tears. We give our hearts to anyone who is willing to take it; the first person to show us kindness and compassion.

We put them on a pedestal. We praise them for their talents and wit. We fall for their trusting looks and charm. We fool ourselves into thinking they are someone worthy of praise and admiration.

I'm no different.

I sold my soul to a wolf in sheep's clothing. I was tricked by his reputation. By the facade he spent years building and influencing.

I'm the paper he folds and creases. I'm the crane he designs and commands; I can fly but he has no intentions to let me.

Not now.

Maybe never.