Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

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.

I hate sharing—ever since I was little. Any time I was made to share things, they got broken. They were taken from me. Not to mention what happened with my parents. I'm fucking possessive. I'm dangerous. I'll fucking kill for what's mine. And that extends to her.

Juice trickles over her lips and suddenly Damon's words hit me. I am playing with fire—I want to burn.

It hurts knowing that I'm hurting her, but at the same time, the pain is all I have to hold on to.

"In fact, the most powerful piece on the chess board is the queen."

He doesn't know better yet. Obviously a new hire who thinks he has a cock made of gold. But even gold melts when met with fire.

makes me feel like I'm on fire—ironic since that's how I ended up here. I guess the reality is fires are powerful, but not necessarily evil. They keep us warm and alive, just as much as they can torture and kill us. Burning with the aesthetic of them, I'd happily die a million times.

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.