He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily... Gideon knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become mirrors that reflected each other;s most private wounds...and deires. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart...