"Your mine." He growled.
"Listen here bucko. I don't who you think you are, but I am not 'yours' so back off." I pushed him off of me and walked away.
A hand grabbed my wrist and yanked back into a firm chest. Our fronts touching as his lips nearly met mine.
"Oh. But you are." He whispered. And then he kissed me.
Heather just moved to the small town of Greenville. She was considered "troubled" to most people. Never listening to teachers and always breaking the rules. After a while of putting up with her shenanigans, her mother sent her to live with her father.
But this small town isn't what it seems. Secrets, darkness, and lies isn't such a good combination. Beware of the secrets that Heather can't stop herself from finding. It doesn't help that the mysterious Tristan has a sudden interest in her.
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