“And it angered me. I wanted you out. I wanted to stay in the darkness because it’s what murderers deserve.” “Alistair.” He shakes his head. “But you didn’t care about what I wanted. You kept showing up with your sass and your smiles and your crazy ideas that somehow work out. That night, when I said I couldn’t get you out of my head, that wasn’t some line to get into your pants. I meant it. You’re in my head, Kenya. You’re freaking embedded in my skull.”
