The Blood we Crave (The Hollow Boys Book 3)

I’ll paint the town red.

I’m the center of her world, and she is my little voyeur.

People-watching is my specialty.

I don’t fight because it’s messy, and my suits are too expensive for a cheap swing.

But the person in front of me almost looks human.

If it weren’t for his eyes.

Those are still very much dead.

If the Halo comes for me, like they promised, I’ll take it as a compliment.
But her?
If they figure out what she is to me. If they come for her?
I’ll paint the town red.

My entire life, I have wanted to be clean. Painstakingly clean.
And all I want, all I crave, is for her to make me dirty. Bare the inside of her soul to me so that I can rip it to pieces if I want. Know every inch of her, dip my hands into her and be covered in everything that is Lyra Abbott.

“I’m the man you haunt.” His bottom lip drags past my belly button, my stomach quivering. “Your scent, your smile, your touch. You have haunted me every single day since the moment I looked at you.”

“You’re my ghost, Lyra Abbott. Mine and only mine. You watch me, you exist for me.”

“You better hope you’re right, Alistair. If anything happens to her.” I grip it in my palm, pulling it out and flipping it absentmindedly over my shoulder towards him. “Not even our friendship can protect you from me.”