Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

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

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."

"When I find out who framed you, I'll make their nightmares seem like a happy place. I promise you that, Avery."

"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."

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

"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."

"You're the reason, Avery. For all of us." "What do you mean?" I breathe out. He leans down, brushing his lips against my ear. "You're my only reason for anything. And I think you're theirs, as well."

"When you go to heaven one day, I'll drag you back down to hell to join me. Because I'm never leaving you, Avery."

I love Damon like a brother but Avery is my everything—my life, my death, my destruction.

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.