Sidetracked (Mindf*ck, #2)

by S.T. Abby

There’s a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you’re the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.

well said!

A serial killer sharing a house with a homicide detective and a FBI agent. Life doesn’t get more complicated than this.

It’s sad that I want to hide my bodies now so that my boyfriend gets a break and can spend more time with me.

“You don’t even take the time to fire off a text that you’re okay,” I go on, keeping my tone even, refusing to show too much emotion. I don’t bleed for the world anymore. He saw more than anyone else, and he didn’t bother to care when it mattered the most.

But they’re looking for a monster. Not a girl who loves red. Not a girl who is falling in love. Not a girl who died ten years ago.