“You’re going to murder him too?”
“Of course I am. Slowly, too. Start with snipping the Achille’s heel so he can’t run, and then—”
“That's fucked up, you're going to jail,” she cuts in, disgust curling her lip. “Actually, I hope you go to prison and are sentenced to death.”
She turns with a snarl, but she doesn’t make it a step before my hand snaps out, capturing her arm and whipping her back around, directly into my chest.
Addie inhales sharply, her eyes dilating as I seize the back of her neck with one hand and grab her delectable ass with the other, lifting her up against my body.
"Will you be my last meal, baby?”
―
H.D. Carlton,
Haunting Adeline