Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

don’t murder where you eat, or however the saying goes—but

On the nightstand are headache medication, nausea medication, and a phone charger. Does my boy have a sensitive tummy?

A kidnapping murderer who likes veggie straws. What the fuck?

The guy who had a gun stuffed down the back of his pants to kill me with. That’s hot. Okay, maybe my brain isn’t that scared.

Ronan kissed me. Ronan kissed me. RONAN KISSED ME. And now he’s running away.

So maybe that makes me a little bit gay. But I’m sure I won’t live long enough to process that anyway. So fuck it. Let them eat ass. Or, however the saying goes.

First of all, I’m the one who shot him. And Logan’s taking collective blame for that? Some fucked up part of me feels warm. Wait a minute, no. That’s fucked up. The tingling continues.

I still can’t believe Dakota shot him. Fucking mental. And it makes me fucking hard.