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The Colour Of Revenge: A Dark Serial Killer Romance
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“Okay, hear me out." Nate leans forward, excitement flickering in his eyes. "We hire a mime."
I stare at him. "A mime?"
"Yeah," he continues, gesturing animatedly. "A really good one. One who can, I don't know, pretend to stab him or suffocate him or something. He'll be so confused; his brain will just give up. Instant death."
Kai groans into his hands. "I work with psychopaths."
I stare at Nate for a long moment. "See, now I know you're joking, because you'd never let someone else take your kill. And never so cleanly."
Nate grins. "I let you.”
― The Colour Of Revenge: A Dark Serial Killer Romance
I stare at him. "A mime?"
"Yeah," he continues, gesturing animatedly. "A really good one. One who can, I don't know, pretend to stab him or suffocate him or something. He'll be so confused; his brain will just give up. Instant death."
Kai groans into his hands. "I work with psychopaths."
I stare at Nate for a long moment. "See, now I know you're joking, because you'd never let someone else take your kill. And never so cleanly."
Nate grins. "I let you.”
― The Colour Of Revenge: A Dark Serial Killer Romance
“It feels like this,” he says, his fingers tracing slow circles against my skin. “Like waking up and knowing you’re safe. Like wanting to give someone everything, even if they don’t know how to take it yet.”
He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words. “Love is… chaos and calm at the same time. It’s the way your heart races when you see someone, but also how it slows when they’re close, like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded.”
His voice softens as he looks down at me. “It’s knowing you’d walk through hell just to see them smile. That their happiness means more than your own, but somehow, their happiness is your own. It’s wanting to protect them from everything, even when you know they can protect themselves.”
He shifts, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “It’s not perfect. It’s messy and terrifying because it means giving someone the power to hurt you. Like handing them a knife and saying, ‘here, please don’t stab me.’ But you do it anyway because not having them is even worse.”
I swallow hard, my chest tight as his words settle over me. His hand moves to cup my cheek, his thumb grazing over my skin. “And for me, love is you, Carina. It’s every breath you take, every time you look at me like I’m more than I think I am. It’s knowing that even if you don’t say it back, I’d still mean it, because you’re worth every risk.”
― The Colour Of Revenge: A Dark Serial Killer Romance
He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words. “Love is… chaos and calm at the same time. It’s the way your heart races when you see someone, but also how it slows when they’re close, like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded.”
His voice softens as he looks down at me. “It’s knowing you’d walk through hell just to see them smile. That their happiness means more than your own, but somehow, their happiness is your own. It’s wanting to protect them from everything, even when you know they can protect themselves.”
He shifts, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “It’s not perfect. It’s messy and terrifying because it means giving someone the power to hurt you. Like handing them a knife and saying, ‘here, please don’t stab me.’ But you do it anyway because not having them is even worse.”
I swallow hard, my chest tight as his words settle over me. His hand moves to cup my cheek, his thumb grazing over my skin. “And for me, love is you, Carina. It’s every breath you take, every time you look at me like I’m more than I think I am. It’s knowing that even if you don’t say it back, I’d still mean it, because you’re worth every risk.”
― The Colour Of Revenge: A Dark Serial Killer Romance
