Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

More of his brain matter is on me, than in his head.

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.

And I realize, I never needed to be afraid of his touch. It was men that defiled me, and Zade was never a man.

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

The urge to hurt. To damage and cause pain, to bend, and break—it’s always going to be there. I will always want to rip Addie to shreds for my own sick enjoyment, but that doesn’t negate my need to protect her.

Shaking my head, I chew on a few half-popped kernels. They’re my favorite part of eating popcorn.

She swallows, and croaks, “Are you proposing because you’re in love with me or because I gave you anal?” I tip my head back, a laugh working from my throat. And when I drop my head down again, a smile still on my face, she’s sliding the ring onto her finger. “Don’t answer that. You’ll make me change my mind if you say it’s because you’re in love with me. I want to be rewarded for the anal.”