Sometimes, I wish I weren't a Hawke . . . especially because I'm in love with one.
Years of living on the streets taught me one hard lesson . . . Don't trust anyone. People are inherently bad and will do bad things any chance they get.
So, when the Hawkes took me under their wings . . . I put up walls so high that no one could ever climb over them. Most stopped trying.
It was the way I liked it. Locked away in my own little world. Protected from anything that could hurt me.
But the very person I try so hard to keep out is the only one I want to let in. I dream about her touch. Crave her in a way I have no right to.
She's my best friend's older sister. No matter what . . . I have to keep my hands off Angelina . . . Because she's a Hawke.
