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

by H.D. Carlton

“That’s also new. You gonna use that on me, little ghost? I don’t mind joining you in the afterlife.”

he peers at me from over his shoulder. His beauty is wicked, and I hate the way it makes my heart flutter.

“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.”

“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.