Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

He made himself the cure, which wouldn’t have been necessary if he hadn’t also created the disease.

Will, Michael, and Kai were my friends, and I’d walk through fire for any one of them. Will was the only one, though, who I was sure would walk through fire for me.

People assumed I behaved strictly on impulse, when actually, it required quite a bit of strategy being this fucked up.

“Because pain in the body quiets the pain in the head. It feels good, like a kill switch for your brain.

In fact, he was kind of an angel at the end. An angel with really black batwings. Psycho.

“Someone taught me a long time ago that pain releases pain,” I explained. “So when I was younger, I cut, poked, scratched, and burned myself, so I wouldn’t feel everything that hurt. And then I realized, it felt even better to hurt everyone else.”

“I hate you!” she growled. “You’re a horror, and you had to lie, because you knew I’d never want you! No one would ever love you! Get out!”

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