Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

I have no regrets about publicly claiming you. Claiming me? Oh, god. No, vagina, do not quiver at that. Damn it.

But I don’t wanna go to bed! I want to stay up late and get railed!

What would I realistically do if I opened my bedroom door and found the Faceless Man waiting on the other side, shirtless and covered in fake blood like he’d stepped out of one of his videos? Probably say, “Smash,” and then pounce.

“Smash. Next question.”