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Governments need to have both shepherds and butchers. —Voltaire
His parting words to her were that she’d die a monster and a whore. They left them to bleed out in the streets.”
The whole town will bleed if I’m too late. The whole fucking town will scream for me.
It’s not a man who just saved my life. It wasn’t a beast at all. It was a woman.
Touch him again, and I’ll burn the town to the ground with everyone still in it.
A serial killer had to save me from a sheriff’s deputy. The world is officially upside down.
“I agree. But the sheriff is sending four deputies with him. Just letting you know,” Leonard says, but his eyes shift to me for an eerily long second.
He said there are souls begging him to help the killer, and the darker souls were trapped by the lighter ones, being held down. He’s only had that on a very rare occasion.”
“I’ll never just bend over and take it, SSA Bennett. Unless I’m bending over for you, of course.”
“I mean, what are the odds of you running into the lead FBI agent on your case? And falling for him? And him falling for you? Your paths were meant to cross, but he wasn’t meant to stop you, or he already would have. Even I, a man of pure science, cannot belittle what you have by labeling it with mere coincidence. Maybe he was meant to drag out your humanity the most right when you needed it.”
Fate is a fucking cold-hearted bitch, but everything has a purpose.”
Something tells me Delaney Grove will never view a Haunted House the same again.
And we need to stop calling her our anything. Enacting possession or ownership makes the empathy ties stronger, and he’s been referring to her as our girl or our killer all day. Knowing she’s a female fighting against rapists also demands more sympathy and empathy. It’s fucking with our heads, more so him than me.
“I’m the girl who finally ends your reign of terror.”
They belong to me now. The flock have a new shepherd to fear. Baa, bitches.
“She left with Jacob Denver. The two of them own a buy, sell, and trade store online. And Kennedy Carlyle now goes by Lana Myers.”
I’ve loved a killer who I knew nothing about. I’ve loved a girl who was obsessed with a dead family to the extent of killing, or manipulated by a man who preyed on her psychosis. One way or another, I’m finding out tonight.
I thought love would rip my heart out. I thought it would set me on fire. Instead, it turned me into ice.
