Ariana Nash

Inbreeding certainly didn’t fuck with their beauty, just their minds.

Hush was a concoction of fear and trauma, an imaginary person I’d summoned to protect my sanity. But she’d been real to me when I’d had nobody to cling to in the darkness.

Memories, dreams, they were all the same. They couldn’t hurt me here.

“Promise me—” His mouth teased my lips. “—that whatever happens, you will not blame yourself.”

“To love. The best we can do is hope to survive it.”