Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

I'm going to take that shiny letter opener on his desk, spit on it, and ram it into his eye socket if he tries to punish her again.

It makes me want to rip her into tiny pieces just so I can put her back together again.

"This is what you do to me," I breathe out, growling as her finger presses into my flesh harder. "You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are."

"You don't need fixing, little killer," Grey murmurs, brushing some hair off her shoulder. "Your little deranged self is perfect."