Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

One showed a tubby little raccoon ambling past my back door, and I saved it to my photos to rewatch it later because even though I knew they were wild animals and carriers of the rabies virus, every time I saw a trash panda, I wanted to pick it up and smoosh it.

omg sameeee

Right until I glanced down and noticed that he’d added a caption to one of his videos for the first time ever. It read: When she’s mad at you.

I nearly kicked at the floor like a petulant child. But I don’t wanna go to bed! I want to stay up late and get railed!

Was I simply overworked, or was it genetic, and darkness had lingered inside me for years, waiting for the chance to come out and play?