Darkly, Madly Duet

by Trisha Wolfe

“You’re mine, London. We can dance this violent dance until we bleed each other dry, or we can surrender. Your choice. But I will have you.”

“I’d suffer any torture willingly if it came at your hands. My sick matches your sick.” I

“My sick matches your sick,”

“We’re connected on some deeper level,” I say to her. “Through bars and cages and prisons…in the physical sense and the mind. That’s why you could never be expendable to me. You’re my match.”