“And if I tell you I hate your guts and want to stab you in the eye?" Shade goaded, only to grimace when Apollo's reaction was to laugh.
He bit his bottom lip, working it between his teeth as if taking a moment to calm himself down before finally replying in a smoky voice, "Gods, that's so hot, baby. Say something else."
Shade made a face. "You're sick."
"I'm a serial killer," he stated plainly.”
―
Chani Lynn Feener,
Between the Devil and the Sea