He told Aria to leave him alone. She should have listened, but Locklyn was hard to ignore when he was sleeping across the hall, barely eating, smoking in the snow, and waking from nightmares like he was still trapped somewhere awful. He was beautiful in the worst way. The kind of boy who looked like he'd already burned through all his light. Aria wanted to help him anyways. Then she wanted to stay. Then she wanted him in ways she absolutely shouldn't want the boy her family had taken in. [Complete Book]
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