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Published June 27, 2024

“The truth is, my mind is still spinning from the night four men used and abused me. And it's not fear, it's his voice. It's embedded into the depths of my soul, caught on a loop in the grey matter of my brain. Branded into the marrow of my bones, his voice haunts me in my sleep, and calls to me in daydreams.”
“If anyone were ever able to look into the deep, dark recesses of my mind, they'd be horrified by the thoughts of violence and depravity that comfort me when the rest of my life is tumbling into the abyss.”
“Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about death. And it's not fear of the unknown or a sense of impending doom. It's a longing. A dream shrouded in anticipation. I covet death the way others crave life.”
“He is the embodiment of vicious strength and immorality. The callous disregard he shows for human life should terrify me, but I yearn for him. I hunger for his deadly touch, and dream about the moment our eyes will meet again.”
“If it's not Diablo doing the hunting and killing, I don't want it. His eyes are the last ones I want to see. It's his hands I crave to have wrapped around my throat. And it's his lips I want pressed to mine, inhaling me as I take my last breath.”
"My heart." Survive. There is no way I can kill Killian Graves. He is the air I breathe. The blood I crave. The heaven I will never see.”
“Somehow, Killian has burrowed beneath my skin, seeped into every crevice of my being, and crawled his way into the ice-cold chambers of my heart and set them on fire.”
"You're mine. In life..." He gasps, eyes searching mine, confusion mars his brow. "Diablo..." Tears spill from his eyes. "In death..." I cup his cheek, gather his tears on my thumb. "In every fathomless void."