Lovely Violent Things (Hollow's Row, #2)

by Trisha Wolfe

My heart pounds in my chest. “Go to hell, Kallum.” His smile is wicked. “Obligingly. But only with you by my side, angel.”

“You won’t be satisfied until I’m completely under your spell.” A devilish smile slants his mouth. “Satisfaction is an impossible demand,” he says. “But I can be contented right this second to taste the rain on your lips.”

I sold my soul to a beautiful devil. And that demon has come to collect.

“The villain becomes a hero,” I say, my voice weak. His arresting eyes find mine and he looks into me, his smoldering, breathtaking smile an unbearable ache clutching my heart. “Sweetness, I’m your goddamn devil.”

light cast across her ethereal features. That’s where I’ll always find her, there in the flicker. Every chaotic, malicious need of my nature is set to stasis when she captures me for even the briefest moment in her light.

“I’m at your mercy, sweet Halen.” I dip down and taste her lips, then meet her eyes as I implore her, “Destroy me.”

“I never put the necklace back on because I’ve always belonged to you,” she whispers, and my fucking heart riots at her confession.