RIP by Rachel Van Dyken

Pretty things aren t meant to be broken. But I broke her, and now we both have to pay the price. I m her nightmare. I m her savior. And now that I have her signature on an ironclad contract, I own her body and soul. She doesn t remember me. She will. It s inevitable. Because as much as I know I need to stay away, for fear of unlocking the memories I helped her father buryI can t. She was the apple in the Garden, dangled in front of me, her core so tempting and sweet. A voice whispered. Just. One. Bite. I