Sidetracked (Mindf*ck, #2)

by S.T. Abby

This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.

It’s all cloak and dagger right now. That’s what happens when you’re a serial killer dating a FBI profiler who hunts serial killers.

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

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.

The superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions.

Revenge killers have no limitations on who dies. The smallest of infractions is a death sentence. They take justice into their hands, become judge, jury, and executioner, becoming too immortal in their own minds.

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.