The Darkest Temptation (Made, #3)

by Danielle Lori

Me: Fuming. Can barely speak. Nadia: You’re a jerk. Me: I’m busy. Stop texting me. Nadia: Busy doing what? Me: Nadia: ARGH!

“Be quiet,” he snapped. “This is my monologue.”

“Then let me make it clear for you,” he said, the shadows in his eyes flashing. “You would survive without me. You would move on.” His tone roughened. “I can’t imagine a world where you and all your fucking yellow doesn’t exist. So if you die, you’ll take me with you. Your sacrifice would mean nothing, kotyonok. NOTHING.”