4 Stars
I hated Connor
Masters as much as it was possible to hate someone.
I hate the smiles he
so seldom gives. The carefully uncareful swoop of his hair. The soft tone of
voice he uses on the select few he cares about. The stretch of his shoulders
beneath his shirts, broader every year.
I hate him because it
makes loving him easier.
I hate him because he
doesn't know I'm his.
He should know. Even
through the suppressants that give me horrible migraines, even beneath long
sleeves and leggings that keep my irritated mating gland and injection bruises
hidden. We've been drawn to each other since we were children. He should know.
But he barely looks
at me these days.
He looks at her.
The plot and characters
were well created. The first half of the book flowed nicely but the second half
felt really rushed. I also didn’t think Connor did enough after everything he
did.
