Gideon Cross appeared in my life like lightning in the darkness- gorgeous and brilliant, jagged and white hot. I was captivated to him because I'd never been to anything or anyone before. I needed his touch like a narcotic, even though I knew it would make me weak. I was imperfect and broken, and he quickly exposed those flaws in me. Gideon was aware. He had his own demons. And we'd turn into mirrors, reflecting one other's most private scars and aspirations. Even while I prayed that the anguish of our pasts would not break us apart, the bonds of his love altered me.