Half the Battle (Saint View Psychos, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

So I’d tagged along, following War’s bike in the Jeep I’d borrowed from Nash. Nash didn’t know I’d borrowed it, of course. But if you just left your keys sitting around behind the bar for any old psychopath to grab, what did you expect?

Update: Scythe is also a cinnamon roll.

“Bliss.” I turned at the deep voice behind me and was immediately slapped in the face with a scene right out of a movie. Nash, War, and Scythe stood there, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in suits. I was pretty sure my jaw was on the ground, my tongue hanging out like a panting dog.

I may or may not have actually howled like a dog in heat here. Anyways~

War pulled his keys from his pocket. “Yeah, come on. You can ride bitch on the back of my bike.” I scowled at him. “Don’t act like you don’t just want me to put my arms around you.”

“I WANT TWO BOYFRIENDS AND I WANT THE BOYFRIENDS TO BE BOYFRIENDS AND I WANT TO GO ON LITTLE BOYFRIEND DATES”

I wanted as much of him, and of her, that I could get because I had no idea how long it would be before I got to have them again. Last time it had been years. Almost a decade. Vincent was better at the game than I was. He always had been. I was just along for the ride.

I want to bundle this absolutely insane creature up in a blanket and never let anything else bad happen to him nor Vincent, amen :(