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.

How does a normal person act after being attacked by a homicidal maniac and miraculously killing him by fluke? Do they rock in a corner? Do they cry? I hope not. I can’t fake tears, and I don’t like rocking. Makes me nauseated.

When he’s with me, I feel like I can just be cared for without being weak. Like it’s okay to be vulnerable, because he’d never use it against me.

Logan has gone Peter Pan, essentially sewing himself to me like an errant shadow these past few days.

I’m just a girl in love with a man who’s destined to hate me when he learns the truth.

If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? —William Shakespeare

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

you give me a reason to want to live instead of just exist.