Heart, Haunt, Havoc (The Gideon Testaments, #1)

by Freydís Moon

“It depends on the circumstances. If the entity imprints on its death marker or on a memory from inside the house, then usually the home is fairly easy to clean. If the entity is attached to a person, it becomes more difficult. Almost like an exorcism of the heart, so to speak.”

“Have you ever met someone who wanted to be immortal?” “I’m Catholic,” Colin said matter-of-factly.

“You’re brave,” Lincoln said. Pointed teeth folded over his bottom lip. He didn’t growl or snarl, but when Colin tilted his head, he followed the movement. “Their heart is a bear trap.”

“Sometimes shame is a lesson. Most of the time, it’s just a way for us to hate ourselves for the things we want.”

“I tend to appreciate distance, but somehow, I haven’t found the fortitude to stop wanting you. I think about you often: when I’m awake, when I’m asleep, when I’m alone. Do you know what that’s like?” He huffed out an annoyed breath and glanced at Bishop, blushing hot. “To find yourself trapped in an unexpected orbit? To know someone’s power, to understand their pain, to get a glimpse of their heart?”

“Before I slept with you, I daydreamed about you. Now that I’ve been with you, I’m consumed by you. How I feel about you, what I want from you . . . it’s thrilling; it’s excruciating. So, yes, you terrify me, Bishop.”

“Aren’t they magnificent? Entirely raw,” he whispered, widening his mouth for the word. “Still becoming, still searching for someone to unleash their potential. How ’bout you, exorcist? Will you jam yourself inside them again? Pick all their locks? Or will you put a knife to their throat?”