Butcher & Blackbird (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

“I didn’t gouge them out, Butcher. I plucked them. Delicately. Like a lady.”

“That woman you were watching …?” My fingers tighten around his throat as he desperately nods. “She is mine.”

“No one competes with Sloane.”

“Getting revenge for hurting my girl, of course.”

“You’re trembling, little bird.”

“You’re all the best things to me, Sloane. No matter how many bruises are in your heart or on your skin.”

“Something caught your eye, pretty boy?” I whisper. “Yes,” he says, his voice pained. “God, yes, Sloane. All of you.”

“I’ve been suffering for four years, Sloane. I’m begging you here. Get in the fucking bath.”

“You are the thing I most look forward to, Rowan.”

“I met you. I didn’t want anyone else. Just you. I only want you.”

I told her I’m no angel. I don’t think she believed me. But she’s about to discover that I’m the devil she never knew she needed.

“Something caught your eye, pretty girl?”

“I would kill for you, and I have. I would do it again, every damn day. I’d turn myself inside out for you. I would die for you. I don’t just like you, Sloane, and you fucking know it.”

I might not have a lot of people, but I have Lark and Rowan, and that’s enough.

“You might be psycho,” I say with a grin as her eyes narrow, “but you’re my psycho, and I’m yours. Got it?”