Ravage (Dance With My Demons, #3)

by Steph Macca

I may not have known love, but we can still learn it. We don't have to become our trauma. We don't have to become the people who made us.

That's the hold that Avery has on us. We'd all walk through fire and broken glass to save her. What a strange turn of events.

"I don't need a weapon. I am a weapon."

"Not all monsters are born. Some are created—like me." Damon laughs dryly. "If monsters were the equivalent of animals, you'd be a sheep."

But Avery made me realize that love is more than pink hearts and romance. It's aggressive, violent—a danger. It can be all-consuming, obsessive, making every single personality trait and emotion appear. Good and bad.

"And people who have never suffered should not be a voice for those who have," I spit back.

"My fallen angel," Grey whispers, fucking me harder. "You fell right into the Devil's arms." I wish I had the strength to coherently explain to him that his arms are home. After all, the Devil was a fallen angel too.

"She's a dark horse. Imagine what will happen when she finally takes hold of that pain and runs with it. Imagine what she can become."

I want to make you come so hard that it will ruin your life in the best fucking way possible."

"I should tell you to run," I reply. "But I fear I'd just chase you now."

Having her light here is what's keeping me grounded in the dark.

"Maintenant tu es à moi aussi,"

Touch her and I'll make your nightmares seem like a happy place. I'll burn everything and everyone without blinking. They will beg for death because it will be the easy way out.

"Just remember who ripped Hallman's finger off for touching her." "And you remember what happened to him after that," Grey snipes back. "Just disappeared into worm food—such a tragedy."

"Fuck… you drive me crazy." "Good thing we're in an asylum," I joke, rolling my hips.

That's my fucking wife.