Miscreants (Badlands: Next Gen #4)

Love is madness. Love is anguish. Ours was ill-fated from the beginning.

Crazier than crazy.
Sicker than sick.

Samael was the epitome of a beautiful nightmare. Together, we were poetry. The kind that bled and wept, a mess of euphoric bliss and heartbreak. I promised I'd be by his side until the bitter end, but after far too long I needed to be free of him.

Leaving would be one of the hardest things I'd ever done. He'd come after me, of that, I was sure.
Many would lose their lives, becoming casualties in our war. When this was all said and done, our story would be whispered in darkened corners for years to come.

A tale of a wolf pursuing a lamb, but with a masochistic twist.
For even lambs have teeth, and this one bites back.

Romance