Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

"Scary dog privilege,"

"Since what, Avery? Since I framed you for murder?"

would have killed him. I would have gutted him without hesitation. But that would have meant leaving you. And I'm not prepared to do that. Besides, if I was going to do that, I wouldn't be masquerading it as suicide. I would proudly wear his blood. I'd wear it like a medal."

She tastes like Heaven. My fallen angel.

"You're not going to avoid me any longer, Avery. I don't care the reason why. Whatever it is, I promise that I'm the bigger threat."

We're all messed up here, right? We're the unhinged… the lost souls. But despite all that, you love more than one person. Because we're not bad people. Love isn't an emotion that bad people can process. We've been fucked over. Don't we deserve love?"

I'm going to chase you, Grey. I'm not letting you go that easily.

"But you're the only one I want to be balls deep in, Avery. The only one I'd kill for."

picture. I'd kill just to make you smile."

"You're possessive too," I shoot back. "Leaving fingers on my bed." He shrugs. "I gave you a flower. Girls like that shit." "Oh, that's the part you are focusing on," I scold playfully. "Here's the finger of your enemy… it's in a rose though." "I'm nothing if not unique," he smiles.

"She committed suicide," he finally says in a dark, low voice. "Because she fell in love with two people."

They tried to make her choose and it broke her. So, I slaughtered them without an ounce of remorse."

Grey grumbles, picking up Theo's shirt like it's contaminated and tossing it to him.

Our little killer.

I kiss her.

No one is going to take that away from me. I'll kill every last person until we're the last two left. And then we'll burn the world down together.

Those walls were painted with my screams,

What sane person would pull shards of glass out of someone's back and assume it was there by accident? What sick and twisted person would look at my bleeding intimate parts, surmising that I'd had normal intercourse? They all had their chance to report it, but if they did, nothing was ever done. The people with authority had opportunities to pull me out of that house, but no one ever came."