shiver tracked down the length of my spine. I could feel his soul when I was this close to him and it was a wicked, wicked thing. It reached into the depths of my own essence, calling me out and begging for the darkness in me to rise. It wasn’t chaotic like Niall’s, it was calm and deadly, like a praying mantis waiting for unsuspecting prey. Maybe I was that prey. And maybe I didn’t mind that so much.
And in true mantis fashion but reversed he would kll her after they fuck
