Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

But what do words fucking matter when no one listens?

It feels like there should be Michael Myers music playing in the background.

“Meadows, baby. Our last name is Meadows.” “Yours. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ll be expected to beg.”

I hand her a Bluetooth and instruct her on how to use it, sighing when she asks if her henchmen can have one, too. She claims they’ll get worried if they can’t hear what’s happening. “You know they can’t all come, right?” I remind her. She twists her lips and nods. “Mortis and Jackal are gonna come this time. So only they need one.” I indulge her and hand over two more, which she promptly passes to empty air, the devices dropping to the ground. I’ll have to pick those up when she’s not looking.

I think she sees Sibby for who she is. A lost girl looking for love and friendship. Even when she’s talking to her henchmen or irrationally angry because I ate the last Pop Tart—Pop Tarts I bought, by the way—she’s

He told me before that he wanted me to fall in love with the darkest parts of him, and I have.

"Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you" - Zach Bryan

It’s so quiet, you could hear a mouse fart.

“Sorry, baby. He touched your ass, therefore, I needed to kill him.”

“You will always be mine,”

"That's the shit that drives me crazy" -Drake