In Silence She Screams (Midnight Mayhem, #3)

by Amo Jones

There was, of course, no fucking reasoning with Killian. Saskia could say she wanted a goddamn planet, and the idiot would be on the phone to NASA like, “Yeah, someone give my girl a fucking planet or bodies start dropping.” Fucking ridiculous.

I’m not going to give him the answer he wants, and that is that sin is my favorite color.

“I’m gonna go ahead and suggest you wear the crown with your top hat.” “And why’s that?” I ask, reaching for my pack of smokes. “Because you’re looking like a fucking King.”

Any other girl would see the flags and take them for what they are—red—but I’m partially color-blind.

Lilith is the kind of chaos you find yourself needing because she makes you feel like you’re not alone with your madness.

With a jawline that could have only been carved by witchcraft and cheekbones kissed by the devil, he has to be an alchemy of destruction to use as a weapon against us mere mortals.

“Come on, play with me?” The sensual way the words roll off her tongue and the perfect little tilt to her head has the crowd cheering me to go on. She’s a whole ass red flag.

What do people see when they look at me? Chaos? Pain? Insanity. All of the above are true,

“I didn’t choose. I won’t choose. They’re both fucking mine. Now are you done?”

‘Always a rebel, forever a soldier, one as a lover, the other don’t bother.’

The longer I’m away from them both, the more I feel my control slip. My phone starts ringing when we hit the off-ramp. Seeing Lilith’s photo pop up on my home screen, my jaw clenches. I swipe it unlocked and her live face is on my screen. A fucking FaceTime. This chick’s got jokes.