Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

Have you ever tried to stuff a full-grown body into the backseat? As a former cop, I’d advise you not to answer that question.

the buzz died inside me like a dick at the sight of a meat grinder.

Right. Made it up like I’m dying for a grippy sock vacation.

Maybe it’s not the heroes who save the world at all. Maybe it’s the villains.

Note to self: drink whiskey; it makes you gay.

So fuck it. Let them eat ass. Or, however the saying goes.

And all I can do is stare. Am I dreaming? Maybe I never went to work today. Maybe I’m making this whole thing up. Because in what world are two Greek gods sitting on my couch arguing about the dictionary like they didn’t break in, tie me up, and threaten me? Fuck my life.