The problem, Lilly decided, was that they had tried to tame her.

They’d never told her to heel and only her parents told her to behave, but all the men she’d ever screwed had tried to control her. That was their mistake.

Even Logan, her fellow wild child, had tried that. He wanted to tie her down with words like “love” and “forever.” He may as well have been using chains. Those were heavy words, binding words – words she hated.

That, Lilly decided, was one of the okay things about being dead. No one even tried to tame a ghost.