Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

her eyes glittering with delight. They are what stars look like when they die. No life left in them yet blazing with a light that ensures everything in its path will die, too.

Now, I realize that choosing to look the other way and let God handle it is a fucking cop-out. It’s allowing evil to continue to live because they believe the afterlife is scarier. If it’s so scary, then why wait to send them there? Now, I realize it’s selfish. They’re too fucking scared about making it into heaven to condone murder, even if it saves innocent women and children's lives. Doesn’t that make them just as evil? Condemning those who are capable of being the executioner doesn’t make them better people. It makes them compliant.

“I’m not crazy, Zade. Just because you can’t see what I see, doesn’t mean I’m the weird one.”

The man who’s borne so much strength, a pillar of stone despite the ruthless attempts made to knock him down. But the thing is, stone still crumbles. It still breaks and chips and cracks. Even when it’s left standing, there will always be missing pieces.

“Don’t forget your knives and guns, mouse,” I call after her. “And, Sibby… limit your knives and guns.”