Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

“Meadows, baby. Our last name is Meadows.”

Even if he did survive, what kind of life would he have with no fucking

knees? The dude is short as it is, he can’t afford to lose any more inches.

“Any last words?” “I—” I slice his neck, cutting off more than just his response. “I don’t actually care,” I say, his eyes widening in surprise and mouth parting as he begins to choke on his blood.

The knife is duller than a grandma’s sex life,

"I may own every breath in your body, but make no mistake, Adeline, you own mine, too. I am yours to command. To bend and break. To mold and manipulate. Do you think that makes me weak? Or do you think I'm strong enough to admit that even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?” His hand slides into my hair and fists the strands tightly. "Without you, I will shatter. But with you, I am indestructible."

“I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it,” I say, my voice raspy and uneven. “But it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.”