Ravage (Dance With My Demons, #3)

by Steph Macca

There comes a point where we adapt. You become so used to the trauma and pain that it's all you know. When it disappears, you don't know how to cope without it. Your body stays in that survival mode, constantly on edge until you start to go insane.

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.

Little Killer – You are my absolute everything. Everyone deserves the chance to love you too. So, if your heart belongs to three people, then that's okay. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what happens.

"Maintenant tu es à moi aussi," he whispers, placing kisses over my neck and jawline.

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.

"Your castle is crumbling, Father. Brick by brick I'm bringing it down. And eventually, in the near future, I'll be free from your prison. You better believe I'll be coming for you."