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

by Monty Jay

But,’” he says, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “‘it’s forgotten and often never mentioned that children are three parts of a whole. There is a large part that belongs to them. This piece, unlike either of their creators, is wholly oneself.’”

“Maybe I’d die for you, Thatcher Pierson,” I mumble. “But death is inevitable for us all. It’s what you’d do for me that matters.”

“No tears, Scarlett. Not for me,” I say. “Save those for someone who deserves them.”

I never thought there would be anything stronger than the urge to kill. Until I tasted her.

“Darling.” He traces the front of his white teeth with his tongue, a starved animal ready to feast. “I’d rid the world of men who breathe the same air as you.”

“Wait, wait. I’m not laughing at you,” she breathes. “I just—I think I broke you.” Yeah, I think you broke me, too.

“Your gift,” I state, that fluttering from earlier coming back, and I pause before I continue. “You’re sunlight.”

AND HE HATES THE COLOR YELLOW BUT SHES HIS SUNLIGHT BECAUSE SHES CHANGING HIM AHHHH