No Greater Oblivion (No Sweeter Poison Book 3)

by Leonora Mendez Castillo

“Is this your little boyfriend? Lo voy a matar. Así que muévete antes de que nos dispare a los tres.”

“Yes, I am fucking crazy! And you’re even fucking crazier if you think I’m letting you go!

“I can’t believe you love me enough to do that.” “I couldn’t imagine loving you any less.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Right here,” he answers, though solemnly. “Waiting.”

“I once believed there was no greater oblivion than solitude. The interminable passage of time trapped in the madness of one’s own mind—a madness for which there is no cure. But if poison has bittered the sweetness of true love than oblivion must be this; the abyss in which I’ve found myself, longing for your presence, and realizing it is now forever out of reach..”

“Does he touch you the way I do?” I shake my head. “No,” I answer. “No one ever has.”

“Promise to still love me after this?”

“As if I could ever stop.”