I should have walked away when I saw the red flags. But there he was—too beautiful, too dangerous, with that twisted grin that told me he didn’t care if he destroyed me. I didn’t care either. He called to me like a siren, and even though I knew what came next, I couldn’t resist. There was something about the way he wore his darkness—like a second skin—that made me crave it. Made me crave him. He wasn’t good for me. He was everything that could ruin me. And still, I was falling, faster than I could ever admit."