Pray for Scars (Unsainted, #2)

by K.V. Rose

“You’ll be the most beautiful corpse I’ve ever buried, baby girl.”

What do I want from you? Everything. Every-fucking-thing. Your life. Your heart. Your fucking soul. All of it. I want it. I want you. Covered in my blood, bound to me in yours.

“I like it when you run.” He leans down close, runs his mouth over my jaw. “Just so I can show you that every time,” his teeth scrape against my collarbone, “every fucking time, Lilith,” he picks his head up, eyes inches from mine, “I’m going to catch you.”

you pray for scars. It means you fucking survived.

Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior. Our life is short, but made longer by misfortune.

But I guess when you’ve got Satan himself on your side, you don’t need the darkness. You are the darkness.

“I love you, Sid,” I whisper against her ear, “and I don’t need to hear it back. But I need you to know it. I might not be very good at it, but I love you, and I think I always have.”

“We got fucked up, okay? We got fucked up, and you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve any of it. And I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you. I’m so sorry you were here, so close to me, and I had no idea…I’m so fucking sorry. But you can fall apart with me, Lilith. Okay? You can fucking fall apart and I’ll put you back together, over and over and over again, scars and all.”

“You’re mine, Lilith. You’ve always been mine. And I’ll never let anyone get that close to you again, okay?”

“No one else’s. Ever. We’re done. This is it. Hate me, love me, fuck me, run from me. I don’t care. You’re stuck with me.”