Brainwashed (Alabaster Penitentiary, #3)

by Nyla K.

There are too many labels. And you know what labels are? They’re just ways for people to feel in control, when in reality, there is no control. The world is chaos. Period.

prefer to sleep alone… Unless, of course, I’m harboring

serial killer in my bed. Then apparently it’s cuddle time.

But Lem has thrown a wrench into all that. He sprung up in my world like a flower into the drab and devoid existence I’d been living, wrapped in a straitjacket and talking to the wall. He burst in like a breath of fresh air. As if someone opened a window in winter and let the icy breeze in. He gave me something to focus on. Him.

anyone before him. And some twisted part of me is desperate to be the last man he falls in love with. The one he doesn’t kill.

can feel him quivering as he breathes, “I’m in love with you.” The strangest thing happens inside me when he says those words. The first ever true sense of relief washes over me. I feel placated, at ease. I feel like I’m home.