Fallen Prey (Parallel Prey Book 2)

by Jen Stevens

The figs were once so symbolic for us—a representation of how forbidden and taboo this whole thing once was. And I suppose that’s still true, considering she has absolutely no clue that I exist. But no matter what memories her mind decides to hold on to or omit, no matter what twisted lifetime we find ourselves dropped into, she'll always be mine. Her soul belongs to me. Nothing about my love for her is forbidden; it’s simply misunderstood by most.

I saw his hair, and I just knew exactly what it felt like. His scent was like a distant memory—a word that sits on the tip of your tongue, but never materializes. I know it, and then I don’t.

“If you don't lean back on that pillow, grab the vibrator back up, and run it along your pussy in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to do it for you,”

“Death is inevitable. Grief is a privilege. It means you've loved someone enough to want the impossible—for them to live forever.”

“The fact that you're asking me that is absolutely gutting,” he mumbles into the ground.

But I could never punish him for loving me so fiercely. He found me again. We lost each other in the chaos that everyone else created in our lives, and he still managed to get to me.

“I would have

waited a lifetime for you, sweet little lamb.”