Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

I can't help but wonder what my viewers think of me too. I feel like a circus animal, chained and put out for show. Come one, come all. Hear the echoes of my hauntings.

Out of sight, out of mind they say. But that's just bullshit. Now that I know she's in the same building as me again, the tether between us pulls. 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.

He's a walking paradox, a bomb ready to detonate into a bloodied mess of flowers and glass.

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

"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."

I'm fucking possessive. I'm dangerous. I'll fucking kill for what's mine. And that extends to her.

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

"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 cold, black thing beats for you, Avery."

"You're fucking mine, Avery," he growls into my mouth. "This lifetime and the next one too."

"What's wrong, little killer? Scared of the two big bad men?"

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

I'll kill every last person until we're the last two left. And then we'll burn the world down together.

My Grey. My monster and protector.