Where We Left Off (Phoenix Falls, #1)

by Sapphire Hale

“What are the little tabs for?” His eyes are back on the book stacks, much to my horror. “I tab the useful bits of information. Vivid and grotesque murder scenes, for example.”

Now I know what he did when he locked himself in the workshop all day. At the top of the stairs, wrapped up with a little ribbon, there is a tiny perfect wooden bookcase.

“You are my prey. But you’re also-” He fishes out the chain from under his shirt and holds the cross pendant up to me. “-the answer to all of my prayers.”

“What tattoo are you going to get?” I ask, my voice trembling only a little. “Your name, across my knuckles,” he replies immediately.

But I’m here now, and I’ll be here always. Whatever you want, you’re going to get.”