Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

I guess you could say if anything, I've had anger issues all my life. But rightfully so because people are fucking cunts.

We all have problems—take a spoonful of cement and harden the fuck up.

But that's the problem with people. They are so caught up with their own lives they forget to look around.

hate it here," I admit to her. "Well, I used to. Until you came along. Now it's my favorite place."

"You must be as fucked up as I am." "Worse," I reply with a smirk. "I'm so much worse, baby."

A simple word has rocked her, malfunctioned her existence and everything she's ever known. Well, it's not hard when all you've ever known is fucking disaster.

You know things are bad when someone is surprised and delighted by the bare minimum.

They said Dr. Smith wasn't doing a good enough job to fix me." "You don't need fixing, little killer," Grey murmurs, brushing some hair off her shoulder. "Your little deranged self is perfect."

I think he might be an even bigger asshole than you," I mutter. Damon smiles at me, obviously amused at my thoughts of him. "Seems impossible, but thank you."

my everything—my life, my death, my destruction.

"My heart is only for you, little killer. I'll kill anyone that dares to touch you, hurt you."

"We're bonded by this blood. Together, the King and Queen of the Unhinged."

Mine. 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.