perfidy (twisted devotion, #2)

Hazel Moore has spent her whole life trying to be good-quiet, careful, obedient. A girl who keeps her world small so her mind doesn't spiral. A girl who never strays beyond what feels safe. But none of her rules matter on the night everything breaks... the night she loses her innocence to the one person she was never supposed to want.

Richard Sinclair has been wrong for her since the beginning. Too intense. Too angry. Too much. At sixteen he crossed a line he can't uncross, and at eighteen he crossed one that changed everything. Hazel has spent years trying to forget what he made her feel. Richard has spent years trying not to need the only person who makes him feel real.

Now in college, forced under the same roof by circumstance and a past neither of them will name, the distance between them collapses. Hazel still prays to be good. Richard still drinks to feel nothing. But when it comes to each other, neither of them has ever had any real control.

He watches her too closely. She notices him too quickly. Every glance, every touch, every unspoken memory threatens to drag them back to the truth: they were bound long before either of them understood what that meant.

But there's something else tying them together. A night neither of them talks about, a night Hazel can't forget and Richard can't atone for, a night that changed everything in a way she still doesn't fully understand.

Some loves aren't gentle. Some devotions are dangerous. And some connections-once formed-are impossible to survive without.

A story about faith, fixation, and the thin line between salvation and ruin.