Psycho (Necessary Evils, #2)

by Onley James

“I just…like the way he smells. I look at him and I find myself wondering what his skin tastes like.” “Oof. Easy, Dahmer,” Adam said. “Maybe don’t start with that.”

“Have you ever just looked at someone or something and thought, I want to keep it? Like, I want to protect him from the outside world but, at the same time, his helplessness and fear are so…intoxicating? I want him to be soft just for me.”

“Dude, you broke into a stranger’s house, told him you were Batman, kissed him, impaled yourself on a blade, and then asked to spend the night. I don’t know that God could help you,” Noah said.

“I want to keep him.” “Bruh. Those are thinking thoughts not speaking thoughts,” Noah coached. “You can’t just go around telling strangers you’ve imprinted on them like some werewolf in a Twilight movie. They won’t get it.”

“If you’re part of this family, you have to know how to think on your feet, be prepared to move a body, provide an alibi, shoot a gun, wield a knife, remind your psychotic boyfriend why he can’t murder a man because he winked at you in a Starbucks. Being the significant other of a Mulvaney is a full-time job in and of itself.”

“He said you always wear headphones to drown out the noise. I’ve never seen you wear them.” August brushed his hair aside, removing the tiny earbuds from his ears. “They’re not on. I don’t wear them around you.” “Why not?” August frowned in confusion. “Because I want to remember every word you say to me.”

“They’re fucking monsters,” Lucas whispered, almost to himself. “Yeah, but you’ve got me and I’m the monster other monsters fear.”