Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

die,” I bit out right in his face. “Die.”

“I don’t have time for that,” I shot back. “I need to get a job and figure out what we’re doing.” And then I paused, my back straightening and understanding dawning on me. “Ohhhhh.”

Oh, what the hell. In the long scheme of things, it was just another rung on the ladder of fucked up shit I’d done that made our little group a little more interesting. We’d get over it.

In response to the revelation that the girl you sexually assaulted at least thrice in the past is actually your secret half sister. Healthy minds Damon, healthy minds.

“We’re going to rule the world, Rika.” I held out my hands, grinning. “You, Banks, and me.”

Ok. I’ve had enough.

It doesn’t hurt, though. Not at all. It actually feels kind of good, because the annoying sting of the cut is suddenly gone. Just gone. Like a kill switch. She stops biting, explaining it to me. “He told me if you’re hurt in more than one place, your brain only registers one pain at a time. Usually the stronger one. I had a hangnail one day, and it really hurt, so you know what he did? He bit my finger. It was so weird, but it worked. I didn’t feel the other pain anymore.”