Satan's Affair (Cat and Mouse, #0.5)

by H.D. Carlton

“I’m not crazy!” I screech. I take a deep, calming breath and arrange the smile back on my face. “I’m just passionate.”

You can’t hide from fate. That’s the funny thing about destiny, even if you try to escape it, it will always find you.

the blood coating his body makes me shiver. I love the sight, but it’s not enough.

Sometimes, when I’m really bored, I’ll cut the skin from whatever demon I’ve cast judgement on and use their skin as a dress.

Not a single soul passes through the threshold of this house without me casting judgment—determining if evil resides in their soul. As they make their way through the maze of my dollhouse, I watch from inside the walls. They’re all judged. Every single one of them.

“This is why you don’t have friends, Sibel. You’re a freak and everyone can see it. God has seen the illness in your brain and made sure everyone else can see it, too.”

This is why I’m here. This is my purpose. To protect my garden of flowers from wilting because of people like Gary and Daddy.

I’m feeling particularly savage. God help the souls that will feel my wrath.

I time it exactly right, swiping out my hand so the tip of the blade glides across his eye. The cornea of his eye rips away from the pupil, the thin piece dangling on the tip of my knife.

But you can’t silence heartbreak. It’s loud and painful. Even after you grieve and heal, it lingers in the background, sliding back into your life just when you think you’ve overcome it.

she’s been feeling it since the moment she lost her life. Now she’s just a shell of a woman,

Or why death was more appealing than a life with me. But what hurt most is knowing that I spent the entire night staring at my mother’s dead body and never even realized it.