Voracious (The Edge of Darkness, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

Our initials intertwined and distorted to make them unrecognisable, with the words so small and vine-like, not even Stacey knows that they say “I choose who I love, and I choose you”.

She smiles and goes back to watching the movie, and I watch her. I don’t think it’s even a case of being in love with her anymore. Is there an emotion that’s stronger than love? If not, I’m creating one. It’s like a mixture of love and not being able to breathe unless she’s around – thoughts that run wild wondering what she’s doing, where she is, if she’s thinking of me. It’s the butterflies that flutter like maniacs when I know I’m going to see her soon. The Stacey Rhodes Effect.

“Ty moy, Vesnushki.

“You’ll be the father of my children, the love of my life and the person I get to grow old with.” I mark her throat as I whisper the words. “There’ll be no other ending for us, Freckles, because you’re fucking it for me.” Fuck. After tomorrow night, I get to have it all. I’ll finally have all of her.