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“My monster,” he murmured. “Yes, you’re the monster we created, aren’t you?”
“Don’t fucking come at me with that shit. You’ll find yourself dead.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she grumbled back, poking her finger hard into my chest. “Fuck with me, and I’ll fuck with you right back. And fuck with my sister? You’ll be the one who fucking wakes up dead. I’m going to find out who did this to her. So if it was you, I’d start running. This is me giving you a head start.”
“And I will fuck you in the blood of our enemies, my little firefly. That’s a promise.”
“I’m Asylum, and I’m yours.” Asylum. My Asylum.
And hell have mercy on the monsters’ souls because I won’t have any.”
“I-I just walk. I sit at the lake and stare at the stars. Sometimes I go to the mausoleum.” “Why?” Ashes crinkled his brows.
“I sleep in the coffin where Sirena was.”
“I’ll show you my skeletons if you show me yours.”
“Fuck. Baby—come on,”
His list of offenses kept rising.
“And Seth is. . .?” “A mirage,”
“He is he. He is we. He isn’t here.”
Secrets. Lots of secrets. A man. Dark hair. A blonde girl. A queen. Hiding. He’s hiding.
“Halloween. You’ll hang. You’ll burn. You’ll scream. Best prepare yourself. Retribution is coming, Sinclair. It’s going to get you.”
“Secret squirrel meeting?”
“May God have mercy on your soul,” Ashes said, striking a match, the flame dancing in the night. “Because we fucking won’t.”
