Ashes to Ashes by Janine Infante Bosco

Death before dishonor.
It’s the most important rule and the easiest to break.
Riding with the Knightdale Charter isn’t my first choice.
But home is where you go when you leave your heart in a pine box.
Grief is like a magnet, and I’m surrounded by shadows.
Living life among the darkness, just like her.
She’s buried an even bigger piece of herself than I have.
And all she wants is to finally find the light.
If we had any sense at all, we’d steer clear of each other.
But I’d rather feel anything than nothing at all.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
When is it love and not just lust?
Don’t ask me.
I’m a disgrace no matter what.