Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

Claire Williams. “So,” I start, grunting when a particularly painful twinge flares in my back. “Mark was never your abuser, was he?” She titters. “Oh, he was. He just didn’t know what it meant for him every time he laid his hands on me. Idiot never did figure out I was the one pulling all the strings. He was too stupid.”

WHATTTTTTT

“That’s for my grandma, dick.” “Bro, none of your grandparents are still alive.”

They still have Addie, and the rage is steadily churning beneath the surface. I’m going to burn the entire fucking world down until I find her, and I don’t care who gets burnt.

And because Addie is my family, that makes Daya my family, too.

Yeah, whatever. I didn’t ask to be beautiful.

So, thank you, God, for the small blessings in life and for allowing me to see another day and pass gas properly. A-fucking-men, bitch.

“We fucking found her,”

YESSS

“Meadows, baby. Our last name is Meadows.” “Yours. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ll be expected to beg.” There’s no stopping the savage grin from gracing my lips. “I love to beg.”

People-ing is still tiring.

“Sibby!” I shout exasperatedly. “Stop taking your clothes off, we are not having a fucking orgy!”

“For the Culling,” I supply, my voice dipped in honey and sugar. “And you, my dear, are the prey.”

Scars only serve as reminders of what we’ve survived, not what killed us.

“That’s the thing, Jeffrey. You don’t have a fucking choice.” Jeffrey still thinks he has a choice.

Gary… well, he died.

Help thats so funny i love the way it was said so casually

Three? Someone’s a nervous Nelly,”