This isn’t how our story ends.
No. This murder we’ve just committed?
This is how our story truly begins . . .
I told myself I was going to save her.
I didn’t realize what a lie that was.
This neurosis has sunk in too deep. All it took was one glimpse of
another man inside her for the beast that murdered Barnard to finish consuming
I’ve turned her into killer.
Just like me.
With every corroded, toxicity-infested sin laid bare between us, all
that’s left is revenge.
And the chasm of diabolical need that tethers us.
A need to consume each
A need to make our enemies pay.
They stole seven years from us. Every ounce of sanity
we had left.
Now, we’re going to steal everything from them.
Most of all, we won’t stop until every single one of them is dead.
I told myself I was going to save Lexi . . . in reality, I’ve finished
And she would have it no other way.
series is not for everyone. As the story progresses, dark themes are explored
that might be a trigger for some. Please read at your own discretion.