CHAPTER 1: SOLD MY VIRGIN HOLES
EVE’S POV
My little brother coughs like gravel churning in a blender. The sound is wet and rough before it suddenly stops. He is eight years old, with nothing but skinny arms and fever-bright eyes.
The village healer shook her head after she saw him yesterday. Mom kneels on the floorboards every day, and her rosary beads click between her fingers like dry bones.
I am the big sister. I am nineteen and still in my nightshift, with my heart hammering so hard that my t**s shake.
I never believed the stories. The old women whisper about him around winter fires—the devil in the pines.
He comes when you have nothing left. He arrives when death scratches at your door and desperation makes you stupid enough to call his name.
The stories say you would give anyt
