Exile (Dance with my Demons #4)

by Steph Macca

I always said that if people saw me as the villain, then I'd be their fucking villain. And secretly, a part of me loved it.

Pulling back just enough to speak, I rest my forehead against hers. "You were, by far, the best birthday present I could have received," I tell her, running my hand up her spine. "I always thought the ultimate gift would be my father's death, but I was wrong." "Maybe that can be your Christmas present," she murmurs. "A little murder goes well with mistletoe."

We'll be the monsters they claim us to be. Hell, we'll be the villains too. But what we won't be… is their victims any longer.

"We're more worried about you." I laugh softly. "I can handle myself too." Grey hums in agreement. "Yes, you can my little pyromaniac." "Not just a maniac?" "You?" he laughs. "No. You're too sweet to be a fully fledged psycho." "I beg to differ. I set someone on fire. Well, twice. It's becoming a bad habit."