Darkhouse (Experiment in Terror, #1)

by Karina Halle

My mother calls me wishy-washy. I just think I’m delightfully impulsive.

All my previous panic attacks seemed pretty frivolous compared to this. Impending death (or worse) was an honest-to-God real reason to panic.

“What the fuck?” I yelled above the noise. It was literally the only thought I had in my head.

Usually the only thought I have in my head as well.

“Because sometimes I lie, Perry. We all lie, even you, but not everyone is brave enough to admit it.”

How come you aren’t afraid?” “Because I find life to be scarier than death,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“Just a bit nervous,” I admitted. “But I always get nervous. Always. No matter what.” “Let’s hope he finds that as endearing as I do,”

AM I ENDEARING TO YOU, DEX? DOES THIS PANIC ATTACK TURN YOU ONNNN? 😂

She’s smart, she’s funny and she’s not afraid to take risks. Not to mention that she’s beautiful, sexy and charming. You know it, I know it, and soon everyone else will know it. The only person who doesn’t know it is her because of archaic fuckheads like yourself telling her otherwise.”