Scarlet Angel (Mindf*ck, #3)

by S.T. Abby

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. —William Shakespeare

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 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.

“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.”

It’s everything I need and more. He’s everything I wish I could be. A hero. A hero loved by a monster.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. —William Shakespeare