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340 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 1, 2024
“You don't need fixing, little killer,”
Grey murmurs, brushing some hair off her shoulder.
“Your little deranged self is perfect.”
“You're fucking mine, Avery,”
he growls into my mouth.
“This lifetime and the next one too.”
“You're not going to avoid me any longer, Avery.
I don't care the reason why. Whatever it is, I promise that I'm the bigger threat.”
I don’t know what possesses me to do it […] Her arguing, her defiance, her caring—the way she grabs my arm—it snaps something inside of me. And before I can stop myself or realize it’s happening, I do the unthinkable […]
“What an unhinged good fucking reader you are. I knew you'd be gagging for the monsters under the bed... Begging them to drag you down to hell and rearrange your insides. Welcome home.”
“We're bonded by this blood.
Together, the King and Queen of the Unhinged.”
“This cold, black thing beats for you, Avery.”
“I need her to hurt me as much as I hurt her. ‘This is what you do to me,’ […] ‘You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I’ll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are.’”
“I'd kill just to make you smile.”
I can't help but smile at him. Perhaps I'm insane after all. Normal people get confessions of love.
I get confessions of murder.
“I love Damon like a brother, but Avery is my everything—my life, my death, my destruction.”
Time stands frozen, the clock on the wall broken. But even the clock is still right twice a day.
She's a fucking powerhouse, bringing even the most broken, lost souls to salvation.
I've had a target on my back since day one, and despite it all, some people here would still love to watch me go down in flames.
If God exists, he must be sick. Who would send a divine creature like her into the Devil's lair? And now she's stuck with me.
If anyone lays a single finger on her, bruising her perfect skin, I'll soak them in gasoline and make a bonfire.
She's mine and right now, that's all that matters. I'll kill anyone who takes this from me. They will never touch her again. They'll never take her away.
She looks fucking perfect. It makes me want to rip her into tiny pieces just so I can put her back together again.
"You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are."
"When you go to heaven one day, I'll drag you back down to hell to join me. Because I'm never leaving you, Avery."
I love seeing the effect I have on people. Who needs violence to control people when you can control their minds and emotions?
Cirque des Morts. My Circus of the Dead. That's what we are here—dead. Dead to society, dead inside.
She's everything I hate—annoying, unpredictable, overly trusting. But also caring, thoughtful, receptive. Most people here respect me out of fear. They are loyal to reap the benefits. Not her though.