Feral (Darkly Ever After, #5)

by Mila Crawford

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I became consumed with tethering my lovers to me in blood, intertwining our lives in a twisted ritual by carving my name into their flesh.

eat.”

Love.”

“I want to do ungodly things to you—things a man shouldn’t do to a woman he loves. I want to hear you beg for mercy and promise you’ll do anything to make it stop. That’s not normal, Az. I’m not fuckin’ normal. What kind of man wants to tear apart the person he loves the most and watch them bleed?”

Do your worst, Lev. I’ll still love you in the morning.”

This is how it’s always been with Azadeh and me. She goes off to discover new things, and I wait to welcome her home.

But we all know why we stay frozen in time. It’s so a pretty girl with long black hair always has a place to call home.

You don’t fuck with family. Unless it’s your biological one who created your mentally unbalanced personality. Those fuckers you let burn in your childhood home as you watch with glee from the front yard. The same yard they forced you to take the yearly perfect nuclear family photos they sent to friends and clients.

“But I feel you, sis. Why settle for one when you can have three? Bet you feel safe knowing they’d all kill for you. I sure do.”