Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

My mom called this “fur therapy” growing up. She’d come home from a long day of work, and before saying hi to Dad or me, she’d head straight to a cat and snuggle them until they started to squirm. It always made her feel better,

On principle, I didn’t trust anyone who didn’t like cats, so they’d never be around to judge me anyway.

I’d remind myself what kind of woman I was. The kind who didn’t run screaming from her masked stalker but fucked his knife handle instead.