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After seven years of intense study into the mind of the criminally insane, I have formed only one conclusion: serial offenders cannot be rehabilitated.
Ours is not a love story—we’re too volatile, too explosive for monotony. No, our story comes with a warning. Beware.
“None of us are powerless. Choice is the most powerful thing in this world. Everyone has a choice.”
London wants answers, I can give them to her. The only question is how far she’s willing to go to get them.
He’s careening toward his fate at supersonic speed, and there’s no outside force strong enough to stop it. Not even me.
My own design of love may be a twisted creature, but that creature is hungry and demands to be fed.
Be wary of people who compliment too soon, before they even know you—they’re lowering your defenses in preparation for the strike.
She is my salvation. And I am her long-awaited consequence.
“I hate you,” I whisper. “You hate everything but me.”
How much can the mind endure? Even when you know the disaster is coming, you can’t look away. We’re a little sick like that.
No, ours is not a love story. Ours comes with a warning. And it’s not over yet. Of course, no one heeds warnings. If ours began with a beware, my story begins with a threat. Do not enter.
Death and freedom are sometimes described as one and the same. Death is a form of freedom—freedom from the prison of life. I aimed to set Grayson free. In the end, I succeeded.
Not all demons are born to the dark. And not all angels seek the light. Sometimes our circumstance demands a fusion of both. There is no good and evil. Only the time spent between both heaven and hell, where we find our peace. And love. Even the vilest of monsters deserve to be loved.
