Angry God

by L.J. Shen

I bought brownies, wine, and flowers, then threw them in a garbage can before I made it back to the castle. I was torn between wanting to impress her and wanting to kill her.

I couldn’t explain it, but I could breathe her from across the room: lavender, cotton, and my own fucking demise.

I am hell bound, and you are heaven sent. You’re the first girl I ever looked at and thought … I want to kiss her. I want to own her. I wanted you to look at me the way you look at your fantasy book—with a mixture of awe, anticipation, and warmth.