The Puppeteer and The Poisoned Pawn (The Pawn and The Puppet #3)

by Brandi Elise Szeker

“Well, Kane and Dessin were the sun that kept me warm and safe and happy. They were the sun that obliterated that dark, lonely basement. But now—” My voice breaks, croaking to a pathetic whisper. “—now, there is no more sun. And—I’m so cold. I’m so cold, and I’ll never get warm again. Because my sun is gone. It’s dead, and it’s not coming back.”

“I want you to fucking suffocate me, Skylenna,”