Diavola

by Jennifer Marie Thorne

“Seriously, Anna, what specifically are your dreams? Your aspirations?” To be left the fuck alone?

Anna realized she didn’t trust anything in this house. Not even the walls. Definitely not the people.

You were looking for the weak one in the flock, right? The one you could draw aside and push over the edge. Isolate from everyone and feed upon, but see, that was the first flaw in your logic: I’m not a lost lamb. I’m a black sheep. These are two very different things.”