My life had been no fairy tale and, for a long time, all I was doing was existing. Jag Steele, the lead singer of the international rock band Pandemic Sorrow, was the epitome of everything I despised: arrogant, entitled, but the thing I hated most about him was that he was an addict.
Never in a million years would I have thought the night I meet Jag would have any significance on the rest of my life, but it did. I found out that sometimes the thing that screams utter destruction might actually be your saving grace.Some people may say our story is too screwed up to be a romance, but for two broken people, we made the pieces fit together perfectly.