Wounded - Margaux ParisAll I see is red. Red for the scars carved into my sister. Red for the family that destroyed her. Red for the girl I can't stop wanting, even when I know she is poison in my blood. But here's the thing about poison once it's in, it never lets go. Natalie Vallen should be nothing to me. she shares blood with the man who broke my sister, and every time I look at her, I'm reminded of everything I couldn't protect. She's under my skin. in my head.