Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

“You will never be able to live without me, Zade,” I breathe. “If you’re my death, then I’m your fucking lifeline.”

There’s nowhere to run after you’ve been dragged to Hell.”

“I knew you were going to do this to me, little mouse. I’ve always known it was going to come to this,” he says softly. I’m a mass of confusion and heart-pounding dread.

“You’re not asking if a baby will make me stay. You’re asking if I’d stay if you forced a pregnancy on me,” I bite out.

My rib cage protrudes from how deeply I inhale, feeling like I’m taking the first breath after drowning for so long. That was how I once described what Zade’s love felt like, and it’s never felt truer until now.

“Would you like to go up to the front seat and fuck next to the dead pilot?”

What

The prey becomes the predator. She’s the most beautiful creature I ever did see.

She’s grown into her strength and independence so much since she survived trafficking, and there are times my chest physically aches from both pride and the need to fuck her.

These words should not be in a sentence together actually

Just as I go to charge back at her, she’s grabbing me by the throat, pushing me back down, and climbing on top of me, straddling my waist with her thick thighs.

He looks at me as if he wants to rip me apart with his teeth, and I don’t think I would stop him if he tried.

Or maybe she’s secretly a reptile and doesn’t need to. That’s honestly more believable at this point.

Brother ew... Not the lizard people controlling the govt narrative

“Absolute control over the human population, of course. Right now, people are too self-aware of their useless existence. I want full power—us both to have full power.”

“And this planet would thrive. If humans had real law and order, we could do so many things. End world hunger, close the gap between the poor and the rich, and lessen poverty and homelessness.” I shake my head. “You’re trying to make taking away people’s free will sound virtuous.”

Does ending human trafficking sound like a dream? Absolutely. But in exchange for some fantastical idea to rip away people’s free will and turn them into zombies.

“Belittling those who support you isn’t smart. Haven’t you read the history books? Using fear to demand respect is a fragile construct. It doesn’t last because no one can trust you, and the first opportunity they have to betray you, they take.

And now look—she’s faced with her own creation, an angel of death with a knife to her throat and intoxicated by the sight of her blood.

“Claire Williams is not the first to contribute to the sickness that infects our world, nor is she the last. One by one, I will disinfect the pests from society, and only then will we find peace. I am Z, and I am watching.”

“You think there should still be a shadow government?” I ask curiously, grabbing my own handful and stuffing it in my face. Daya shrugs, swallowing before answering. “Sure. I think the government should definitely be controlled by somebody, just not a person that is only interested in fixing things in this world for their own gain.

This planet needs to be cleansed badly, and the people in charge right now? They’re not going to be the ones to do it.” I purse my lips. “I think you’re right. I just don’t know who would do it.”

What the fuck

she’s admittedly the most fanatical person I’ve ever met when it comes to ridding the world of evil. Is that actually possible? Of course not. But maybe having someone who believes it is, wouldn’t be so bad.

Sibby isn’t without sin, but her intentions are pure. Oddly, she’d be the least likely to go on a power trip or be negatively influenced. She’s too… passionate.

He can’t be any older than I am, yet he carries himself with refined confidence—something most men my age don’t possess. An odd feeling prickles at my senses, though I can’t discern exactly what.

“I tried to see you,” I murmur. She visibly softens. “I know you did, honey. I was too weak to do much, but I didn’t agree with your father. Regardless of your horrible taste in men, you’re my daughter and always will be.” I give her a droll look. “Clearly, I’m not the only one with horrible taste in men,” I say pointedly.

I don’t remember much about what happened, and I’m grateful for it. But what I do know is that man was holding a gun to your head. And if taking a bullet in the chest means that my daughter doesn’t have one through her skull and is six feet under… then it was worth it.”

Embed myself so deeply inside her that there is no Adeline Reilly outside of me anymore.

Eugh

Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.