Gina Valentina — Pure Taboo _verified_

The basement stairs groaned beneath her weight. The air turned cold and wet, smelling of earth and iron and something else—something sweet, like overripe fruit.

HE KEEPS WHAT HE LOVES.

She wanted to scream. Instead, she smiled. Because smiling was the second rule—one her mother had taught her before she disappeared. gina valentina pure taboo