The wily changeling has gotten so deep under my skin that I can't breathe without feeling her. Her smart mouth is a constant temptation, our salty banter like rough kisses in a darkened room. My thoughts are broken, and I can admit that I'm obsessed. That's why I've been keeping Beth at a distance. I don't trust myself around her. Not when I can see her wounded soul in her eyes even when she's laughing. Her flippant words hide a pain that goes so...