" I’d fallen in love with Melanie Tucker.
Not some little-boy, bullshit needy “love”… This was deep, almost painful in its unholy intensity. It was like she’d sent tendrils burrowing deep inside, binding us together so tightly I’d die if I ever tried to pull them out.
I was truly, deeply, and utterly fucked, because I fucking loved this girl…and she wasn’t for me. "
― Joanna Wylde , Reaper's Fall (Reapers MC, #5)