Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)

by Rina Kent

He reaches a hand to my face, ignoring the rifle that’s now pressing against his chest. Where his heart is. The heart I never had a place in, no matter how much I tried. The heart that never accepted me, even though mine is full of him. Before that stupid organ softens, before he can touch me, I lift the rifle higher and pull the trigger. My chest falls as he flies sideways and blood explodes on his right arm from the gash in his skin. It trickles down to his limp hand—the hand he tried to touch me with. My heart that I thought was long dead bleeds at the view. Fuck. Shit. Goddammit! How am I supposed to kill him if I feel like I just shot myself by merely hurting his arm? Kirill groans, his face contorting, but he doesn’t attempt to stop the bleeding. I made sure not to hit a major artery, but I must’ve shot a minor one because blood is still flowing from the wound. Instead of getting help or even shooting me back, he gains back the few steps he lost and reaches his left hand toward my face.