Infernium (Nightshade, #2)

by Keri Lake

“I suppose I should first ask where you stand on killing me these days.” “I fuck my own hand to thoughts of running my blade through you.” Releasing a heavy sigh, I stuffed my hands into my pockets. “Glad to know you still think about me after all these years.

If sparing her soul would’ve meant killing three hundred people whose names started with the letter T, I’d have pulled out a directory and gotten to work.

“There are times when the Lord grants acceptance of the word fuck, and I’m certain this is one of them.”