Those were the root of all evil. One those became the root of mine, the day I lost the love of my life. My best friend. My lover.
Everyone disregarded it, ‘let’s face it, Averie, you have the rest of your life ahead of you’ but they were wrong. James was my ever after . . . until Ashton.
If only he didn’t come baring one of the roots of the evils.
The reason he wanted me to stay away.
I should have listened, he should have tried harder, but neither of us did either of those things. And if we did, if he had told me when we first met—would it have altered the moment I realized that I was falling for him? The slight variation in the air. The hitch in my breath. The lightness in my chest.
Impossible to know, I’d already fallen.
I was already ruined.