Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

I no longer care to be the hero. I want to be the villain.

I am king—a feared one, at that. People will not make her uncomfortable to ensure their continued comfort. She will bow to no one.

Whoever did this to her will become the record breaker for who can endure torture the longest. His torture will outlast my lifespan, that my future generations will carry out his beatings.

this or nothing

I’m her devil, and she, my darling angel. I’ll find her in death, haunt her for years to come. Her soul belongs to me, and the devil always comes to collect. We’ll rule hell together.

“Darling,” I mindlink. “Look away.” Yet, selfishly, I’m hoping she doesn’t. I want to soak up every bit of her that I can, with however much time I have left. I would welcome death if it meant drowning in her eyes.

😭😭😭🖤🖤🤌🏼🤌🏼

No time would have ever been enough with her, but I’m thankful for what I did have with her. To die hers is the greatest honor.