Little Slice of Hell (Creature Cafe, #1)

by Clio Evans

“You’re like a tattooed, bearded, giant cupid,” she snickered. I rolled my eyes but then smiled. Little did she know, I had helped Cupid find his soulmate too.

He didn’t make me nervous. He made me want to bend over the cafe table and let him fuck me.

There had been a night he had come to me. I had been exhausted from school and had refused his advances. That had set him off. He raped me. Over and over again. And then he ripped open my throat and left me to die in my bed.