Are you afraid of the dark, Christina? I don’t need the lights on to read you like a book.

The first time I meet the wolf’s cold eyes, we’re at a college party.

Maybe you like the dark more than you think.

I just quit the cheer squad. I’m about to dump my musician boyfriend. I’m partying harder than ever. I let money run through my fingers because I’m done reaching for standards I’ll never meet.

Soon, I’m broke. And I don’t want anyone to know.

The more you hide your true self, the more you’re going to let it out with me.

I’m bubbly and outgoing. He’s icy and alone. I stay away. I touch myself, thinking of him.

When I finally seek out Patrick Caruthers, he has a proposition.

Mind games. Humiliation. Control. Schedules. Him. Me.

I think you’re going to be the perfect playmate.

I’m not perfect. I’m not stunning or noble. I’m not a heroine.

You’re priceless.

I’m just a girl . . .

You were made for me.

And he’s a cold bastard

Who is paying me for sex.