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.

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.

"You brought a knife to a gunfight?" one of the other guards taunts. "You're outnumbered in every sense." "Not really," I say coolly, stepping forward. "But I'm a big believer in fuck around and find out."

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

"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.

"Taste our girl," he says, throat bobbing as he grabs my jaw. Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, I open my mouth just as Grey spits into it.

"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.