Phantom (Cat and Mouse, #0)

by H.D. Carlton

I’d love nothing more than to be consumed by her words, no matter how they greet me. Whether it’s through those red-stained lips or from her delicate hands. I want to know every facet of her, every centimeter of her—mind, body, and soul.

She plagues my mind, infecting it like a parasite and overriding any autonomy over myself. My free will is indebted to her, and without her, I am nothing.

If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.

“Because you possess my lungs, as you do my heart, Genevieve. And I intend to take yours for myself,”