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“Why do we hang out with this fucking nut job?” I jerked my thumb at Levin. Dominic shook his head. “Because he’s good at killing things. People. Moods. Dreams. I like that about him. Keeps shit exciting.”
If she was going to suffer, it would be at mine. Who said romance was dead?
“Fuck it,”
Dead. He was fucking dead. And I’d fuck her in his blood after I gutted him.
One cannot blame a monster for doing monster things, and I was the scariest monster of all.
