Roadkill feels just like his name when he gets a glimpse at the battered, bruised face in front of him. She’s the one who got away–but never again. She was meant to be his–always. 

Arrogant isn’t just a word. It is who he is. It is what ruined them. 

Their storm isn’t easy to navigate. It is full of pain and heartache. 

Their worlds had already collided and separated, but what was once can be again, can’t it?

My storm almost killed me...

Roadkill.

He’s exactly as I remembered, except better. 

In the end, I wonder if he’s saving me or if I’m saving myself.