Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

I'll paint the hallways red and string Christmas lights up made of intestines."

She tastes like Heaven. My fallen angel. If God exists, he must be sick. Who would send a divine creature like her into the Devil's lair? And now she's stuck with me. I don't care about anything else, as long as she's with me.

If anyone lays a single finger on her, bruising her perfect skin, I'll soak them in gasoline and make a bonfire.

It seems fitting anyway, since she already has my heart. She might as well take my body and soul too. At least then I'd find some type of peace.

"Who do you think killed Hallman, little killer? He didn't take his own life. No—I ended it. I ended that sad, pathetic excuse of a man because he touched you. He tried to hurt what's mine."

"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."