you, who must leave everything/ that you cannot control/ it begins with your family, but soon it comes round/ to your soul/ well, I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned/ when you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says/ that youve sinned ↗
Sophia Mercer," Elodie intoned, "we have come to induct you into our sisterhood. Say the five words to begin the ritual."
I blinked at her. "Are you freaking kidding me?"
Anna gave an exasperated sigh. "No, the five words are 'I accept you offer, sisters. ↗
So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West
Virginia, the land of lost models. ↗