Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

Dissolving a body in acid is wildly inconvenient. But it’s one of the only solutions I have available at the moment. Pigs were another option, but I’m not friends with any pig farmers. Clearly, I need better friends.

The world needs me. As fucked up as I am, the world needs me. I’m the clean-up crew. I sweep the trash away so no one has to see it. So it can’t poison anyone else.

I can’t help but find myself getting even more interested. What can I say? The tortured poets get me every time.

Am I…seeing things? I glance at Buffalo on the bed. Oh, goody. I’m looking at my talking stuffed animal to verify if I’m seeing things.

“Sing something,” the man grinds out. The demand is so absurd I question my sanity. Are we on the phantom of the fucking opera right now? Is this where my psychosis decided to take us? A model of a man breaks into my apartment and demands I sing? So he can what? Fall in love with me? Steal my voice?

“Dakota could get you thrown in prison. Me too.” “For what? He didn’t see me kill him.” My voice is louder than I intended. “Well…we did walk out with his body.” “Body snatching is not a crime!”

I just want to make both of them safe. I want to make Ronan feel safe to be soft. And I want to make Dakota feel safe to be hard. I couldn’t do it back then. But maybe, just maybe, I can do it now.

‘Maybe you should fuck the attitude out of him.’ “Buff!” I bark, but he just cackles. ‘Just saying. He’s hot.’ I mutter quietly, “And ‘straight.’” ‘Nah. I have a sense for these things.’ “You’re a stuffed animal.” ‘So you should be even more concerned that I have better judgment than you.’ Jesus. This fluff-filled fucker has gotten way too loud. Maybe I need to stop drinking? Nah.

This is my contribution—to take back power for every child who couldn’t do it for themselves. To kill until I’m killed. It’ll never reverse time and make things right. But it will make things fair.

“I’m trying to make you,” Logan hisses. “Trying to make you safe. Make you happy. Make you seen.” He leans in, those blue eyes so fucking tortured it kills me. “But here’s the thing. You have to let me.”

Logan brushes back my hair, then leans in so close that our noses bump. “I’m not going anywhere. You have time. You’re not an inconvenience. And I’m not waiting for you to ‘get better.’ Whatever the hell that means. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

I should be at work right now. This is a soft kidnapping. I’m even wearing a gun, and I’m letting it happen. My god, the daddy issues.