can’t kill anyone. Not Darcy, not Kinsley, not the kids—” “Don’t wanna kill them anymore, Summer,” Kayde interrupts. “Don’t need to. They’re not like you. They don’t hold my interest like you do, sweetheart. Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what will make you love me like I love you. Summer, tell me how to make you mine in your mind and not just my own.”
