There was no way I’d be able to catch up to it, and even if I did, I was outnumbered and outgunned. To put it simply, I was up shit creek without a paddle. But fuck it, Olivia wasn’t worth chasing anyway. That whore. That absolute fucking whore....
Not that I believed in premonitions or superstitions. It was all a bunch of bullshit to get people to give money or whatever they were supposed to do. Psychics and fortune tellers, shit like that. It wasn’t real. Still. I shivered a little when Jamie told me she had a ...
“Rose,” comes his gruff, rasping voice. It’s so familiar and so foreign at the same time. I can’t place it, can’t put my finger on why it sounds like someone I know. “I need you to believe me,” he says. “Everything is going to be okay.” Then he pounces. ...
A seething, boiling anger, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before, is burning through my veins like poison. I want to rage, kill, destroy. I want to drag Grady Freeman in front of me and make him beg for mercy before I inflict unholy pain on every inch of his body. I want his soul to cry ...
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would have been much better off if she slept in my arms, but I wouldn’t dare touch her. All I needed was for her to start screaming that I took advantage of her or tried to rape her or something. She asked too many questions, and I was...