Scarlet Angel (Mindf*ck, #3)

by S.T. Abby

To defeat a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul. —Lana Myers

My angel made sure he’ll never hurt us again. My angel saved me. She’ll always watch over me. She is right now.

Holy fucking ninja assassin.

“Then you wanted to kill him. He’s too good to die. He’s everything opposite of us. His light still shines. I hope they have fun with you in hell. You sentenced yourself there the day you targeted the only thing that makes me feel as though there’s still a soul inside me left to be saved. The only thing I love more than revenge.” Just like that, I have my answer. And I watch with her as the Boogeyman dies by his own knife. At the hands of a woman. The hands of a victim. In a way, it’s poetic justice.

I totally did an evil monologue, for fuck’s sake!

I love it when they make it easy, and I’m one step closer to catching my Delaney Grove killer too.

“I love you too, Lana Myers,” he says so softly. And in that moment, I’m completely his. There’s no revenge; there are no deaths staining my hands. I’m just a girl in love with a man who’s destined to hate me when he learns the truth. And it’s devastatingly tragic; more so than any Shakespearian play ever was.

“Don’t you dare make him the one to have to do it if that’s your endgame. Do you hear me? I’ll do it myself before I make him have to live with that,” she warns, reminding me which side of the law she’s used to standing on.

I smile to myself. “My father was an Einstein man. My mother loved Confucius. My brother, the hopeless romantic who was too easily emotional, lived and breathed Shakespeare.”

Again…why so many quotes???

“I’m back, motherfuckers,” I say quietly as we pass the town hall. “And I’m going to make your life hell before I paint your town red.”

The timing of our arrival is perfect. Halloween is just around the corner. There’s a reason I picked Myers as a surname.