❝A dark stream of black hair spilled over her shoulders, lighter than air and softer than water, bordering her luminous face. Light danced across pleasingly symmetrical features, deep blue eyes welling up with unshed tears, urging to be released. Victoria, the name on the tip of my tongue, the name of the girl whose words always stung. Barefoot, labyrinthine Tori, stained in blood, swaying in the middle of a rainstorm, grinning up at me with a menacing beam reflecting my own.❞ 14+ Copyright © 2015