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

by Trisha Wolfe

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

Here’s the thing: sociopathy and shallow affect are not a recipe for sinister nature. The melodramatic fucks who weep uncontrollably are the more troubling concern. Behind closed doors, their empathetic feelings suddenly disappear. Poof. All a show to garner sympathy for selfish reasons.

I might not shed a tear at your funeral, but that’s because I understand we're born to die. This is a purpose, the only purpose, we all share.