Unhinged (Dance With My Demons, #1)

by Steph Macca

Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.

Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.

I don't think people realize just how strong your bond is with your favorite, chosen person. And to lose them, it's something you never recover from.

I lean over, locking eyes with her. And just when I think I have her all figured out, the feisty little thing kicks me square in the gut. "Ooft!" I groan, stumbling back. It's unexpected but frankly, I think I might be fucking in love with her.

The real question is who is removing digits and leaving them as presents. I have to hand it to them, no pun intended, but I like their style. Unless they are doing it as some type of sinister plot against Avery. In which case, they are going to have some problems. It's me. I'm the problem.

"You think I'm going to kill you?" he asks, wiping an imaginary tear away. "Aren't you?" I mutter. "Why else would you be here with that thing?" I let out a little yelp as Grey pushes me back into the shelves, caging me in. "Oh, no. You've got it all wrong. You'll be seeing Heaven, but not like that."

"Baby girl, stop," he groans, grabbing me. "I didn't call you that because I thought you were a murderer when we met. I called you that because I knew you would be the death of me. But it's a sweet death, one that I welcome."