Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

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 am playing with fire—I want to burn. When Avery's involved, I want everything. Life. Death. Torture. Pleasure. Pain. Every-fucking-thing she can offer me.

"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."

Now do you understand? We didn't frame you. I killed for you. So, yes—I guess Damon is right. You do have a hold on me."

he lifts our hands higher, placing my palm over his beating heart. "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."

"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."

"You're still mine," Grey growls into my mouth. "Every single part of you." "I'm yours," I reply. "And you're mine too." He nods, resting his forehead against mine. "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 possessive too," I shoot back. "Leaving fingers on my bed." He shrugs. "I gave you a flower. Girls like that shit." "Oh, that's the part you are focusing on," I scold playfully. "Here's the finger of your enemy… it's in a rose though." "I'm nothing if not unique," he smiles.

Pulling back from her lips, I look her directly in the eye, our faces covered in little droplets of blood. "We're bonded by this blood. Together, the King and Queen of the Unhinged."