Corrupt (Devil's Night, #1)

by Penelope Douglas

I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.

I looked up again, seeing his light brown hair, which was styled to look like he should be on the cover of a magazine, and his hazel eyes, which always looked like cider with flecks of spice.

The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.

“The shy ones tend to be the baddest after all.”

“Run all you want, Little Monster,” he said, sounding like a threat. “We’re faster.”

Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.

“Rika,” he whispered against my neck. “I need you. I need you every day, every hour, every minute . . .”

“Other people don’t matter to us, Rika. We don’t let their rules contain us. What we can and can’t do is irrelevant. Who’s going to stop us?”