Shadow Hills is a town where secrets thrive. Unfortunately for the new residents of this small mountain town they’re going to soon find out that not even the most well kept secrets can stay buried forever.
Just how far is Emmie willing to go to protect Storm and Mason Landry when their secret is threatened to be revealed? Find out in Obsession’s Curse
“Everybody moves to Shadow Hills either running from something, or trying to hide from their past. What I’m saying is it doesn’t matter to me what you’ve done. I know you. I know the man in front of me and that’s all I need to know.” She placed her hand over his heart. “You’re more than your past, Storm; remember that.”
“Thanks,” he pulled her in for a hug. “Thank you, but you need to remember that for you too. That doesn’t just apply to me.”
“I’ve done a lot of bad, Storm.”
“And now you’re doing a lot of good, so like you said, the past is your past, and you’re more than that, Duchess,” he winked at her.
“That’s the nickname your sister seems to have given you. That girl thinks you’re royalty. I bet the sun rises and sets with you.”
“No,” she shook her head.
“Yes. You don’t see it but she nearly idolizes you.”
“That’s not good.”
She chewed on her bottom lip. “I’ll only end up hurting her one day. When I do something stupid she’ll realize I’m still the same Emmie I was two years ago and it will break her heart.”
“Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you think the worst of yourself?”
She lowered her head, resting her forehead against his chest. “I was raised this way,” she nearly whispered, but she knew he heard her because his arms came around her, his head lowered so that his lips were near her ear and he said, “Maybe it’s time you start raising yourself.” She understood his words. It was time she started taking care of herself, of her emotions, of her character. She couldn’t let the past shape her, but it had, and it was too hard to pull out those daggers of worthlessness her parents had driven into her. She knew now that they had been grooming her since childhood to feel inferior to them. The Devenshaw way meant conquer and thrive while rising to the top of the power ladder at all cost, but to be sure not to let anybody else usurp that power. Her parents had spent her lifetime making sure she never felt good enough for them, or powerful enough to break away from them. They needed to control her then, and it felt as if they still needed to control her now. Storm was right; she had to move beyond that, beyond this self loathing hatred, and become the woman she should be—the woman that he deserved and the woman that could live up to Darcy’s admiration. More importantly, she needed to stop being the mistress of her parents’ war and start being the mistress of herself.