*book two of CLOVE, can be read as a stand alone but would make more sense if you read the first book* "I'm sorry I loved you." I whispered. He stared at me for a moment before whispering back, "I'm sorry that I made loving me a bad thing." ************* Five long years have passed since he last saw clover. Her broken body on that hospital bed, since he read her note that confessed the depth of her feelings. He attempted to bury their shared history, to forge ahead, yet the weight of culpability for her fate remained heavy upon his heart. Then, one fateful night, their paths converged once more, reigniting a flame of passion between them. Will this inferno of desire rekindle their shattered souls, stitching together the fragments of their past? Or will it serve only to consume them alive, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake?