It Starts With Me by S. Rena

Things like this only happen in books…
Love makes you weak.
It breeds doubt, confusion, and doesn’t belong in our world. Something my father made sure of, and like the doting son, I believed him.
I guard myself…put my focus on corruption and fear instead.
But, Arloe—she was never afraid.
She fantasizes about men like me, except I’m real and my life is no fairy tale.
They call me a monster—a thief in the night created to cause chaos, but she’s always loved a good adventure into the unknown.
Perhaps that’s why she reads.