BlurbThey call me Zen-man, the cool-headed one, the protector. I keep an eye out for everyone, taking them in, finding them homes. They think Iím the calm and collected one, the self-assured one, the one who knows the way. They think they see me. They think they know me.
But theyíre all wrong, because inside Iím broken. I have a jagged hole in my soul I canít fix, a festering blackness. Iíve been to the pits of hell and nobody comes back unscathed. Life in foster care fucked me up, and now a thread is all thatís holding me together.
So I sleep around and never date, keeping chicks away. One day Iíll snap, and when I do, thereís no telling who I might take down with me.
All the same, thereís this one girl who wonít be scared away. Dakota. Sheís hot and I wonít deny I want her. But she keeps coming back, needling me, trying to get me to talk, to open up to her.
She has no idea sheís playing with fire. When the demons come, sheíd better be far away from me, just like everyone else.