The Blood we Crave (The Hollow Boys Book 3)

“Death will have to wait for you.
You’re mine now.”

“He can’t have either of us,”

“Keep your friends close,” I mutter, swiping my thumb across the picture.

“And your enemies dead.”

Malnourished hearts will feast on anything that resembles love.

People will serve the things they fear.

To everyone like me who watched Queen of the Damned and developed a blood kink, this one is for you.

Will obsession be enough?

“What is it, then?” I breathe, looking up at him with curious eyes.

“This is a distraction,” he mutters, leaning towards my ear. “You should be careful with how close you get to me, Lyra. There is a fine line between me and death. One is merciful, and the other
is me.”

They all wanted a monster to fear, to point fingers at and spread vicious lies about, so they created one in him. They helped Henry Pierson mold him into the unfeeling man he is now.

No, trying to bring down a sex ring while learning how to kill people has taken up most of my time as of late. Fear for my friends has crushed my creativity and urge to scavenge for bugs. I’m constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I can’t!” I pull her hair, forcing her to look directly up at me. “God, I want to slice you up, pet. Into pieces, slaughter everything you are so I never have to experience this horrendous thrumming in my gut every time I see you. I want to kill you and your memory, but I can’t fucking do it!”

My chest heaves, breaths coming out in spurts like I’ve run for miles on end. The stark truth wavers between us, my incapability landing in front of me.

That I am weak regarding her. The one thing I was made to do, and I can’t do it. All because of her.