Exile (Dance with my Demons #4)

by Steph Macca

Run, little killer. We like to chase our prize before we claim it.

If only they knew that the real monsters were the ones in expensive suits, living among them.

place. I'll stop at nothing, do anything, kill everybody to keep you safe."

"They don't exactly have a closet full of bras and underwear in the hospital," Avery retorts, understanding where our minds are at. "That's why I'm not wearing any."

If we didn't have important business to attend to, I'd take away her ability to walk for the next three to five business days.

"Come on, little killer. Time to go fuck shit up."

"Hey, baby girl. You okay?" "You're going to get shot, you adorable moron," she grumbles, tilting her head toward the guards. "By those assholes? Unlikely," he shrugs off, kissing her cheek.

"It's still a life sentence. Just a different kind. It comes with benefits," Grey grins.

"Eyes on me."

"À nous pour toujours jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare,"

"And all the lifetimes after."

Just the fucking tip. "Theo,"

again. They both get distracted by shiny things,

"And it will keep beating for you, for as long as I'm your husband,"

"Even when it stops, I'll still be yours," I promise. "Because you're ours now and no one is taking that from us—not even death itself."

"You've taken over inside too," I tell him. "You own every part of me."

"The toxic positivity is practically dripping through the walls here."

"They want us to be happy," Vivian points out. "It's killing me."

"I'd be happy too if I was getting dicked down by three guys,"

"I draw the toxic positivity line at physical affection. This one sleepwalks and near spooned me to death last night."

Lilydale did save me. It was just in the form of three unhinged psychos.

Life's a bitch, pumpkin. And that bitch is Grey."

"For smoothies and shit though. No dicks."

"You know," I start, stepping back to admire my handiwork as the goldfish swims around, probably wondering where the fuck he is and why he's in a kitchen appliance and not a proper fish tank. "I think I'll call him Sam."