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.”

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

He starts removing the makeup from my face until the white cotton is dirty, tossing it onto the ground.

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

“And make no mistake, Eli, I do. I own both of you.”

“Yours needs to go on your throat. Like a fucking collar.”

fucking hell,” Brantley growls, cutting me off. “Are you fucking done? I’ve got to be home by ten because Saint is making this weird dessert thing to try out.”