The Blood We Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys, #4)

by Monty Jay

“What do you want, Rook?” I snap. “An apology?” He pinches the blunt between his fingertips tightly, grinding his jaw before he breaks. About time. He was being far too calm to be considered normal.

A cat must have her tongue because she keeps her mouth closed as I walk to her coffee machine, needing to move before she does something stupid like touch me and I do something reckless like let her.

slowly around my finger before tugging gently. I’m trying, to no avail, to keep her at a distance so I don’t have to admit that she scares me. A man who fears nothing is afraid of all she is. All she makes me want. All she makes me feel.

The kind that can get me in and out of prison undetected. Rook: Ohhhh, hell fucking yes. Alistair: Rook do not even think about it. *Rook removed Alistair from group chat* Rook: Now that Dad’s gone. Rook: Let’s fucking torch this place.