Hollow (A Gothic Shade of Romance, #1)

by Karina Halle

How odd it is that someone can go from feeling like your friend to feeling like a stranger and so quickly.

A perfect gentleman would have told her that he’d prefer to walk, to keep space between them. But I am not a perfect gentleman. Truth be told, I’m not a gentleman at all. I’m a deviant.

“You know I love it when you see me as God,” I tell her, biting her earlobe. “Let me rule you as one. Let my power revel with yours.”

“You taste like magic,” he murmurs. A look of molten darkness comes over his eyes, and I shiver despite myself. “Now, get on your knees.”

I need light, I think. I don’t want to sleep, don’t want to be in the darkness anymore. That’s where my demons live.

The problem with a man with no head is that he can’t communicate with you.

Sometimes you can’t face the fire until you’re pushed right into the flames.

“I’m not your god,” he says again. “I’m your devil.”

He might be the devil, and so this might be Hell. But why does Hell feel so good?

God help me. God forgive me. God save me. There is no God, the voice inside me whispers. There is only me.

She’s part of us, I say to him, using the voice. And we’re a part of her. We’re going to do everything we can to protect her at all costs.