Exile (Dance with my Demons #4)

by Steph Macca

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

In violence and corruption, I found an unexpected peace. An inferno of flames in an otherwise dark abyss—someone to dance with my demons.

"Respectfully, shut up. Your husband is fucking you right now."

"À nous pour toujours jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare," Damon murmurs, gently clutching my hand and kissing it. "And all the lifetimes after."

"We'll kill anyone that touches you, mon petit feu."

"Allez en enfer," I tell him in French, knowing just how much he hated Mom's fascination with Paris. It's why I learned the language, after all. Why I named the society Cirque des Morts.

Our monsters don't deserve our pain. And they sure as fuck don't deserve our tears. The greatest revenge is living… and it's a gift we intend to continue sharing in Lily's memory.

Until next time, little killer xx