Everyone thinks my sister's the star. The golden girl with the perfect life, the perfect fianc , the perfect everything.
They don't see what it cost me.
I used to paint what people couldn't say out loud. Now, nothing comes out. No color. No feeling. Just gray.
And somehow, Julian Duvain makes it worse.
He's not just some guy at her wedding. He's the one thing I can't ignore. Too calm. Too sure of himself. Too dangerous.
He looks at me like he knows what I've lost.
And I don't know what he is, but I know one thing-I started breaking the moment he showed up.
Now he's in my head, under my skin, and there's this pull I can't explain. Like something in me already belongs to him.
I should run.
But I'm already in too deep.