Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

I’m not under any delusions that I’ll be able to erase human trafficking in my lifetime completely. But that was never the fucking point. Saving these girls—these children—and giving as many of them a second chance at life as I can is the goddamn point.

Not only am I a threat, I am catastrophic.

“You don’t want to get in a swordfight with me, Patrick. I promise I’ll win,” I deadpan, glancing down between his legs.

Someone’s daughter died today.

“My birthday is September 7th,” I tell her.

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

Some think that my left eye is blind because of the discoloration and the scar slashing through it, but even if I was, a grandma with bifocals could see what he’s up to.

“I don’t care if I need to set this world on fire until there’s no one left but you and me. The world will burn around us, and I’ll gladly live in chaos with you as long as the only person that is a danger to you is me.”

“I think I could eat you alive, Adeline. Consume every bit of you while you scream beneath me. And even in death, you would still torture me. I would die of starvation because nothing else would compare to you.” “You will never be able to live without me, Zade,” I breathe. “If you’re my death, then I’m your fucking lifeline.”