Devourer of Men (Devourer, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

My heart is racing in my ears and my stomach is see-sawing and I fucking love it. Will he kill me? Death might be the sister of adventure. The heart surely thumps the same.

We are a dichotomy, the Captain and I. He wants to forget who he is and I am afraid I might not remember who I was.

And yet some days I am aware that I am driven mostly by fear. Fear of who I am. Fear of who I’m not. Fear of what happens when I face myself in the mirror. To be bold is to be truthful and I am built of lies.

“Everything is a game, Captain. The sooner you pick your game piece, the quicker you can win.”

I don’t exactly know what I’m fighting for anymore, but I know I don’t want to die.