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

by H.D. Carlton

“Come on, little ghost. Let’s go stuff that pretty little mouth.” Said mouth drops, and he grabs my hand, pulling me after him as he laughs. What a dick. He’s lucky it’s a really fucking nice one.

Because staring into her eyes is the only thing I needed, to convince myself she's everything I'll ever want for as long as oxygen invades my lungs. I knew it deep in my bones the day I met her. Even back then, my soul immediately recognized hers as its other half.