He had no one but himself to blame, for he’d opened himself up to it. Just a fraction at first, like a crack in a window. But the funny thing was, once you welcomed in a breeze, there was no stopping what came next. A wind, a storm, thunder and lightning, until you could no longer reach the window to close itβ€”and didn’t really want to anyway. That’s what this new darkness was. Evil in its purest form... -Paris ✨ Gena Showalter (2016). The Darkest Seduction, p.31, HQN Books

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