Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

Sometimes, fantasy is better than reality.

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

“The pain is bearable. But to not hold you in my arms is an excruciating pain I’ll never be able to withstand,” he says. “Don’t fight me. Let me hold you.”

“I’ll always come for you. Never doubt that.”

“You even sound like a Road Runner when you fuck.”

LOL

She will bow to no one.

Our souls are entwined by the Moon Goddess Herself. 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.

To her, I’m enough, even when I’m not.

“You have something that belongs to me.” Dax looks from Colin to me and smiles. “Hello, darling.”

“No. I came for you. Don’t you fucking leave me. Please.”

“Monsters have to be charming. How else would they continue to prey on others and get away with it?”

“I’m not a selfless man, Alaina. Don’t think I’ll ever want you to move on even in my absence . . . You’re mine in death just as much as you are in life. I will always come for you in this life and the next. Haunting and possessing you for the rest of eternity.”

“You don’t pray.” “I do for her.”