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

by H.D. Carlton

He who was once a rapist and child trafficker is now pig shit. So fucking poetic.

But I'd rather die rebelling than die submitting.

Then, he clocks the gun in my hand, and the other brow joins the first. “That’s also new. You gonna use that on me, little ghost? I don’t mind joining you in the afterlife.”

“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”

“I will chase away all your nightmares until they grow wary of returning. They will fear me, my little ghost. But you never will.”