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379 pages, Paperback
Published December 13, 2022
❝Be a ghost, Scarlett. Don’t let him see you, ever.❞
❝Denying anyone of my presence should be a crime.❞
❝I kill other serial killers because I live for the thrill of outsmarting them❞
❝It’s cruel of me to let her keep doing this, to allow her to continue this sick obsession with me. What has it been—ten, eleven years since she’s been my little shadow?❞
❝I became a ghost. Just like he asked me to.❞
A naïve, sick girl that formed this idea in your head when you were a child that I was an angel.❞
I love being his ghost. But now, I want him to see me. It’s not enough to haunt him. I need more from him.❞
“Be a ghost, Scarlett. Don’t let him see you, ever.”
“If you die, it won’t just ruin me, Thatcher. It will be the reason behind the slaughter of this entire town.” I grind my teeth, knowing my grief at losing him would leave no one safe. “Do not shove me away, then allow yourself to be killed and blame me for what kind of monster is born in my mourning.”
“I let you go once, Scarlett.” His voice is steady, cutting through the shield of rain. “But not this time. This time, you’re going to bleed for me.”
“Lyra belongs to me. She is my sickening desire, filled with morbid, grim hope and everything I should have avoided. But she belongs to no one else in this life.”
“I crave him. Every part of him. Even the tortured parts of himself others run away from.”
“Kill me, Thatcher. Show me exactly who you are.”
this book had no business being this good!
thatcher and lyra are both morally ambiguous—lyra is the stalker in the relationship, she’s the one obsessed and possessive. thatcher was the one who had to be convinced, and this was amazing. thatcher is a professional serial killer who doesn’t feel any emotions whatsoever, until lyra.
the tension between them was chefs kiss!
can’t wait to read the second one!!
💌 to my girl ri
as always, tysm for reading this with me! i fear thatcher and lyra will be our favs👹 ily
She would bring the reaper of souls himself to his knees. Angels would raise hell and condemn heaven for a peek.
“Then how about just one of you? Don’t you think the world needs that?”
That is a fate crueler than any death. To exist in a world he no longer breathes in.
“Be a ghost, Scarlett. Don’t let him see you, ever.”
“If I become a ghost, how will you see me?”
“I won’t.”
“If I become a ghost, how will you see me?”
“I have always seen you.”
“It’s cruel of me to let her keep doing this, to allow her to continue this sick obsession with me. What has it been—ten, eleven years since she’s been my little shadow? Always prowling around in the dark, believing she is so unrecognizable that I don’t know she’s there.”
“You better hope you’re right, Alistair. If anything happens to her. Not even our friendship can protect you from me.”
“To everyone else, he is their worst nightmare.
But he has always woken me up from mine.”
“There is something inside of me, a buried truth, one I will deny until my very last breath—that she has always been the only woman, the only person, I have ever cared for.
The kid I couldn’t kill. The little girl that got an entire tray of food dumped on her head in fifth grade by Scottie Camball, so I pushed him down a flight of stairs. The woman I let watch me, haunt me, because I enjoy the way her eyes feel on my body.
That one weak spot. The first person to ever make me bleed.”
“And I can’t do that to her.
I can’t do that to myself.
But God, I want to. I need to. Need nothing more.”