I fell in love with a redheaded boy, a boy who was kind and good—until he wasn’t. He broke my heart once, twice…I’ve lost count. Like a dark god, he haunts me. He smells like smoke and cinnamon, with danger seeping from every pore. He is my savior, my lover, exciting and addictive. I should’ve seen it coming. Never trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul to the devil to get one to love you. I would. I did. My name is Dolores Dunghart, and I might have done the unforgivable. I don’t care if you judge me…I’ve judged myself. But this is how we live. And this is our love story: Edge and Dolly forever.
