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

by H.D. Carlton

It makes me wonder why the world is so afraid of a zombie apocalypse, when we’re already surrounded by animals more than capable of tearing us apart and devouring every last fucking bit of our flesh and bones.

She escaped me once, and I let her. I won’t allow it a second time.

“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.”

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.

If she wanted me to fall in love with her, she only needed to tell me. Now, she has no choice in the matter.

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

“Don't be fooled, little ghost, I will own you even after you've disappeared. You may vanish, but your soul will always be mine.”

God, how tempting it is to walk up behind her, wrap my hands around that dainty little throat, and show her that the only reason she can breathe is because I fucking allow her to.

“Oh no, baby, you had that chance when you decided to run away rather than fall in love with me. Now, we do it my way.”