Born, Madly (Darkly, Madly, #2)

by Trisha Wolfe

“Epiphany,” he repeats, a calm expression softening the sharp lines of his features. That rare dimple carves his cheek. “You were my epiphany.”

okay who are you and what did you do with my grayson

This is what’s documented in my file.

How convenient

Time to remind Dr. London Noble of who she is.

Great

Very few sadistic killers are actually insane. Quite the opposite. They have to be in control of all their faculties to get away with murder. And to profit from it.

We are gods, and we must be feared. I laugh to myself. Or, I’m probably just insane.

just maybe

I left you a surprise, Nelson.

girl u scare me

But like a puzzle demands to be completed, a game has to be played to the end.

yeah i’m still lost buddy

“I’ll see you soon,” I tell Grayson. “In hell, baby.” He winks.

WHAT

Then I turn to face Grayson.

oh thank god

Even the vilest of monsters deserve to be loved.