Corrupt (Devil's Night, #1)

by Penelope Douglas

Now the timing was perfect, she was here, and so was I. Only I wasn’t alone. And the best part? She didn’t know that we knew. She didn’t know that we were coming for her.

“You’re here because you’re like me, Rika. You’re here because there are enough people who try to tell us what to do and try to keep us in a box.”

“They tell us that what we want is wrong and that freedom is dirty. They see chaos, madness, and fucking as ugly, and the older you get, the smaller that box gets. You feel it closing in already, don’t you?”

The only thing I knew for certain was that I liked learning about people. The way their brains worked, how much was chemical and how much was societal, and I wanted to understand why we did the things we did. Why we made the decisions we made.

I saw the little monster again. The one who breathed fire and made people see her. I’d needed to touch her. I couldn’t think past that.