***This book contains explicit sexual content and strong language, intended for mature audiences 18+.

Have you ever been so angry that hitting things actually felt good? Or so numb that you felt almost high? The past few years have been like that for me—caught between rage and indifference, with no in-between.

Some people despise me for it, while others are afraid of me. But none of them can hurt me because I’ve stopped caring about anything or anyone.

Except Tatum.

I love her so much, it makes me hate her. We used to be close, but I learned the hard way that I couldn't trust her—or anyone, really.

So, I hurt her. I pushed her away.

But I still need her. The sight of her grounds me, and I channel all my anger into her. Pushing her, challenging her, tormenting her... these are my lifeblood, the last thing that makes me feel anything human.

But then she left. She went to France for a year and came back completely different.

Now, when I push, she pushes back.