A Dance Macabre (Perverse City, #1)

by Naomi Loud

And here we are now. At the very crescendo of our forbidden dance. A dance macabre, where even the threat of our own deaths did not stop us. And all I wish to do now as I watch her stand here under the water, naked, bloody, and fucking glorious, is to dig our graves even deeper. To revel in the fatality of our choices.

“Then show me in all the ways you can’t tell me, my ruin.”