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248 pages, Paperback
First published August 18, 2015
Evil radiated from him, even though he had a face that was obviously chiseled by angels.
She was too pretty. Looked too sweet for such a sour place. She didn’t belong there, and I was sure she knew that.
He was my friend in a friendless place and the only brother I ever knew.
"The man I was in love with was a murderer - a monster"
Monster were real, too. They didn’t live in our closets or hide under our beds. They squatted within us, coming out occasionally to destroy the things we loved. COMING OUT TO DESTROY US.
He was the slaughterer of men –the taker of life– the killer. A sinner with the body of a God and a face of a fallen angel, he was beautiful death –gorgeous hell. HE WAS EVERYTHING I WAS AFRAID OF.
~ LYLA
She was a drug. She made me high and I waited every day for another hit of her.
~ X
He had somehow managed to make me HIS, and I wasn’t even sure he knew it.
~ LYLA
She’d breathed life into me, and I felt lighter and free as if I weren’t surrounded by cinderblock walls of death. I was no longer the shell of a man; I was full of emotion and feelings. I was full of lust and desire. I WAS FULL OF HER.
~ X
“Yes. You’re so bad,” I hissed against his mouth. “Show me how rotten you are. Be the bad guy, X. BE THE MONSTER.”
~ LYLA
“We don’t hurt Lyla; we protect her. WE LOVE HER.”
“She was too pretty. Looked too sweet for such a sour place. She didn’t belong here.”
“As he raised his head, he looked up and raked me with the ice-cold stare of a sinner.”
“I want to stay a part of you forever.”
Fu allora che le vidi – le parti del corpo – gambe e braccia maciullate. Erano disseminate per la stanza come pezzi di una bambola, rotti e insanguinati.
Ricomponendomi, spostai gli occhi dal suo petto nudo. Ancora, il mio sguardo si schiantò nel suo, e lui sollevò un sopracciglio consapevole. Scosse la testa, come per dirmi che non avrei dovuto essere lì. Aveva ragione. Avrei voluto essere ovunque, tranne qui.
«Vattene» affermò semplicemente.
Sbattei le palpebre. «Scusami?»
«Ho detto... vattene. Questo non è un posto per te, e lo sai».
Strofinò la guancia ruvida contro la mia e un verso virile giunse al mio orecchio, spingendo il mio respiro ad accelerare.
«Questo accadrà di nuovo» promise. «Non possiedo niente nella mia vita. Non c'è niente, tranne tu, e ora, sei mia. Mia».
«Ti amo, Lyla» sussurrai, solo per lei.
I suoi occhi si riempirono di lacrime e schiuse la bocca per parlare, ma prima che potesse rispondere, fui allontanato da lei e allineato con gli altri criminali.
Dall'altra parte della stanza, lei mi sorrise tristemente. Poi mimò con la bocca le parole che avrebbero reso la mia permanenza a Fulton sopportabile.
Ti amo anch'io.
«Quale mostro, piccolo? Non vedo nessuno.»
Christopher rise, le guance morbide che si arrossavano e gli occhi blu scuro che brillavano. «Non puoi vederlo, sciocca. E' dentro di me, mammina».