Book Review: The Devil's Wrath
We sin as devils do. We love as angels do… Theo Wrenly Morgan. Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary. I watched her movements from the cage. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she moved toward her seat in the front row. Her gray eyes flashed as she sat down beside a red-haired girl. When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull. I had to know more. I craved it. Maybe it was her enigmatic beauty or how she carried herself with feline grace and cunning. She was a puzzle I burned to unravel. I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web, unable to break free until I had uncovered all of her secrets. Everything else faded away until she was the only thing that existed. The only thing I could think of was my need to break her, to shatter her into tiny pieces and then...