Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

Oh, please try me. Please, please… push me over the edge. I'm begging you.

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.

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

"This is what you do to me," I breathe out, growling as her finger presses into my flesh harder. "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 might think I'm the villain, Avery. And you'd be correct. But that's because we're made to be. There's nothing wrong with that."

"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."

"You're the exception, Avery. If I feel anything, it's because you put it there."

Simply put… they stole from me. And I made them pay.

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

Loving them both feels like breathing to me. I need it to live, to function. And in return, I'm breathing in them.

"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.