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Logan Hudson was a whole lot of sin wrapped up in heartache. I was the son of the devil. The spawn of the boogeyman. Darkness was my domain. I didn't just thrive on the pain and misery of others, I craved it. Fed on their screams and tears. And I wanted hers the most. Shelby Grace. My walking, talking wet dream. So sweet that she made my teeth hurt. But I'm cursed. Everything I touch rots at the core. I should stay away from her. Leave her alone to live her innocent existence. Except I can't. Because there's one thing darkness is meant to do... Corrupt the light. I know I shouldn't go down this road. Logan Hudson was a bad idea with worse consequences. The pretty boy with a charming smile and a list of conquests a mile long. But how do I resist the devil when he's always there? Tempting me with sparkling green eyes and wicked smirk. It was impossible to hate him. And trust me I was trying. Because it wasn't the monster I was afraid of. It was the broken boy underneath.