Putting Out for a Hero (Villainous Things, #3)

by C. Rochelle

I scoffed, cracking my neck and doing a few hops in place to get my blood flowing. “I’m going to fucking own the gallows. The gallows are about to be my bitch. Just watch me, dude.”

“Thanks for the tour, and for cutting me… cutting me FREE, I mean. And for showing me your hole. YOUR SWIMMING HOLE! Jesus Christ, I’m done. I’m fucking done. I’m just gonna go to my room now. Alone. So I can… be alone for… alone time. Jesus.”

Zion’s reptilian coloring had mesmerized me since the first time I saw him on the field, and it was even more incredible up close. He was a blue so dark it was almost black, with iridescent purple scales peppered throughout—like a nighttime sky full of distant galaxies.