Taken

It was just a prank I didn''t want to be a part of. I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Johann Weir. You wouldn''t know that he sells literature for a living. He has these wild eyes—eyes that light something up in me—and he must be twice as big as me with strong, warm hands. Hands I try not to imagine everywhere.

He scares me. And thrills me. 

But now, the deed is done, and I have to face the...