Grimstone (Grimstone, #1)

by Sophie Lark

I’m 5’4 with purple hair and piercings,

what do I have to do?” This smile is the worst of all because it’s the most genuine. “You’ll do whatever I ask. Come tomorrow evening—and bring that tool bag with you.”

I made the choice all in the moment because of the look she gave me when she said, I can do anything… It was part desperation, part stubbornness, and one hundred percent too tempting to resist. My mind filled with a flood of twisted fantasies.

Love is a drug, especially love that blind. I thought I wanted to make her scream, but now I want to make her smile, too. It doesn’t matter what order. I want Remi to look at me like that. In fact, I just might make her.

I am little. But I don’t let anyone make me feel small.

“Better make yourself Dane’s favorite person or we’re screwed.” “I bet his favorite person is Ted Bundy.” “Then start stabbin’—‘cause we need to stay in his good graces.” “That’s not funny.” “Whatever it takes—isn’t that your motto, sis?” “I guess.”

“Don’t know if that was a favor—living way up in the woods next to Doctor Death.”

She has the deep tan of long hours spent outdoors and the broken nails and bruised knees that show it was in work, not in leisure. We don’t get that kind of sun in Grimstone. Clearly, she’s not from here.

This girl is nothing like what I’d usually be attracted to. I’m not into tattoos and piercings and ridiculous colored hair. But there’s something vivid about her, like a firework, like fresh-squeezed orange juice…