Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

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

And I'm going to take that tether and wrap it around her soft body—whether that's to fuck her or kill her, I don't know yet.

She tastes like Heaven. My fallen angel.

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

You know what they say about assuming things." I resist the urge to tell him he's already an ass, staying quiet instead.

"Don't play with fire," he warns, and I know it's aimed at me. "But the pain feels so good," I taunt back.

A smile tugs on his lips, amused. "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."

"I got your message," I tell him cheerfully. "And you can shove it right up your bleached asshole."

"You're possessive too," I shoot back. "Leaving fingers on my bed." He shrugs. "I gave you a flower. Girls like that shit."

The hallway erupts into spontaneous reactions. It's blissful—I love causing chaos.

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

"I was summoned to sit at the Assholes-R-Us table."

Grey leans down, kissing me. "I hope you do get used to it. Because we're going to have so much fun breaking you in, little killer."

If he's the best… then I'll fuck a cactus because this guy is horrible. At