CHAPTER 19. FRACTURES BENEATH THE SURFACE
ELODIE'S POV
It’s absurd. No—it’s crazily, terrifyingly absurd.
He’s my father. My f*****g father, for God’s sake.
And yet my body doesn’t seem to care. My body hums, pulsing with the lingering echo of what he did to me, every nerve still alive with that forbidden touch. It’s as if some twisted part of me refuses to forget, refuses to let go of the fire he lit inside me.
I shake my head sharply, trying to chase away the thought. Rationality flickers like a dying candle. My conscience is screaming, clawing, trying to fight its way to the surface, but the memory of pleasure stabs it again and again until reason bleeds out.
I squeeze my eyes shut and draw in a deep breath. The air feels heavy, thick with guilt and confusion.
No. No, this has
