Gypsy Rising (All the Pretty Monsters, #5)

by Kristy Cunning

In the next instant, there’s an image of sheep jumping over a fence playing in my head. Each of the sheep are numbered, as one by one they bounce in and out of view. “Count them until you fuckers fall asleep,” Damien mumbles.

You’re like the breath of air I’ve spent my immortal life trying to catch, and I finally caught that breath the moment my mark was on you.