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254 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 10, 2016



"She thought maybe she didn't need oxygen anymore. He could just breathe for her."
"She wanted his darkness to swallow her whole. She wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to give her own darkness back to him."
“Dulcie,” he whispered, and for a moment, she wondered who he was talking to. Dulcie? Dulcie who? No Dulcie here. She's buried in a ditch by an abandoned train station."







“This is the part where you run away, little girl.”


“Maybe, just maybe, their hidden pieces matched. Con very much wanted to see the real her.”

“She wanted his darkness to swallow her whole. She wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to give her own darkness back to him.”


















"What a beautiful darkness we are."
It's only ever us, Dulcie.
Now, yesterday, tomorrow. Whenever.
You get that, right?"
Including moi........because I found myself most of the time kind of rooting for them....weird!!!!![]()
This is not exactly a love story. But it's a book that you will not forget for a very long time.![]()








It hurt, but she didn't care. She cried out, but he didn't care. She bit down on his shoulder so hard, she tasted his blood in her mouth, but neither of them cared.
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She was still shouting, still hitting him, but did nothing when he unbuttoned the front of her shorts and began yanking the material down her legs. “... god, I hope someone kills you. I hope someone kills you, and I hope I'm there. I'll bury your fucking body under a cardboard box by the train station, and I won't even fucking care.”
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"You're goddamn amazing, you know that, right?"
"Tell me why."
"Because you helped me kill a man."
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Oh dear *clutches pearls* this is one dark read.
Being a teenager was a strange process, Con always felt. He didn't feel young. He didn't feel any particular age. He felt like he was always going through the motions, always pretending to be something he wasn't, something he didn't want to be, anymore.
"What are the chances that two people like us were born in the same town, around the same time, and went to the same school? Maybe it was something in the water. Maybe our mothers did the same kinds of drugs. Maybe we're just blessed. Maybe we're cursed,” he told her.
“His full name was Constantine Masters. It just had an evil ring to it, like a crazy megalomanic.”
“…she didn’t want to ‘snuggle’. She wanted someone to take a bite of her. She wanted someone to bleed for her.”
“I’d kill anyone who hurt you… And that’s one of the things I find particularly attractive about you.”
“Don’t ever be scared. It kills me. From now on, tell me whenever you’re scared, and I’ll take away your fears. Tell me when you’re hurting, and I’ll bleed for you.”
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”So you stalked me all through high school,” she clarified.
“Kind of romantic, isn't it?”
“It's creepy as fuck.”
“Yeah, exactly – romantic. Anyway,”
interesting, but
”You wanna know why I lit your car on fire?” Con growled, and Dulcie watched as Chuck's eyes opened wide in shock.
“You fucking did that!?” he shouted.
“Because,” Con ignored him. “I thought you were in it.”
just couldnt connect
'Constantine knew his looks worked in his favor. Much the same way Ted Bundy's had worked in his; except Con had no interest in being a serial killer. He didn't even think of himself as a killer. He just didn't like obstructions, and human beings were little more than moving obstructions at the best of times.'


He wanted to grab her by the arm and drag her out of the building. Take her into the woods and tear her apart. Become one with her, consume her. Find out what was wrong with him, and see if maybe she could cure him. Or even better – maybe find out she was the same.
“But if anyone else gives me any shit, I'm going to stab them in the eye.”
“And I'll help you bury the body,” he promised.
“Such a clever boy, Constantine Masters.”
“Such a good girl, Dulcie Travers.”

“Don't ever be scared. It kills me. From now on, tell me whenever you're scared, and I'll take away your fears. Tell me when you're hurting, and I'll bleed for you.”
“I want to fuck you until you have bruises in places you didn't even know were possible,” he hissed against her ear.
“I have been dying for you to do that to me.”

“I want to know,” he breathed, his tongue moving between her breasts. “When do we get to be bad again?”
She smiled big.
“Baby, I thought you'd never ask.”