Ravage (Dance With My Demons, #3)

by Steph Macca

Oh, you're back again… It's the morgue scenes, isn't it? Don't worry… they are loud enough to wake the dead in this book too.

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.

"If you tell me you're fine, I'm going to bend you over the table and smack your ass right here."

"My fallen angel," Grey whispers, fucking me harder. "You fell right into the Devil's arms."

We've both pledged our allegiance to the Deadman.

"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."

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.

I take back what I said about whiskey, because on his lips, it's my new favorite thing.

Him. The Circus of the Dead's controlling, emotionless leader. And now he's mine.

"Maintenant tu es à moi aussi," he whispers, placing kisses over my neck and jawline. I don't know what the words mean, but I do know one thing. Now that I have him, I'm not letting him go.

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.

In my peripheral vision, I see her throw a punch, managing to get a guard in the nose. That's my fucking wife.