Dead Man Walking (The Fallen Men, #6)

by Giana Darling

“If I make you mine, you stay mine until death comes for us. You’re mine in the night and the shadows where I’m fucking king. You’re mine in the light with your family and friends, standing beside Death as his queen. If I’m a killer, you’re a killer. Where I end, you fucking begin.”

“Better men could love you,” I said, my voice guttural but strong. I opened my eyes and pinned her with the heaviness of my conviction. “But now, I’ll kill any of them who try.”

“Death is nothing if not romantic, Lou. And if you think it’s insane for me to love a man who personifies it, then clearly you don’t understand that it’s a man like that who makes the best lover. He knows the odds of getting out of this life alive are non-existent. He knows how to suck the marrow out of every moment, how to treat the good things that come as if they are miraculous because they are. He knows what matters because he gets the stakes, and he would do anything, literally anything, for the people he feels loyal to.”

“Happiness is lookin’ into a woman’s eyes and seein’ the best version’a you reflected back at you.”

Sleeping there beside me in the black sheets under the pure glow of the rising sun, she’d never looked more innocent. She’d also never looked more mine.

We were both psychopaths set out to claim her, but the similarities ended there. I would not relinquish my claim. He would not have her. Not now, not ever. The closest he would come to her was me when I ripped him apart with my bare hands for scaring her.

“You don’t know what the hell someone’s capable of sacrificin’ until they’re faced with the hard choice and no option out of it.”