Reaper and Ruin (Saint View Murder Squad #3)

by Elle Thorpe

“I’m Rose, not Jack! Let me on the door!”

“Well, I feel you. You’re in there somewhere.” “You always say the nicest things to emotionally unstable psychopaths.”

I flicked on the light. He was sitting upright in the bed, his attention focused on the door, his body primed for action. My vibrator clutched in his hands like a bat.

“But the ice is my soul. The puck my chaotic joy. I skate toward greatness.”

It ate away at me like a buck-toothed rabbit with chlamydia. Or maybe that was koalas who had STDs.