Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

It may be the only good thing about not seeing her for almost a decade. I'll get to experience her for the first time all over again.

A fire explodes in my chest, burning a path down to our entwined hands. I hope to God that it burns her, too. I want the flames to melt our hands together so she can never let go.

“What are you doing here?” she chokes out, resisting my hold. But I’ve let her pull away from me for long enough. She’s lucky I don’t sew her goddamn flesh to my own.

I will never know peace for as long as Molly Devereaux is sad.