The Naturals, Book 2: Killer Instinct

“Maybe,” I said softly, “to do what you and I do, we have to have a little bit of the monster in us.”

“If it had been me in the woods, if I’d been the one to go with Briggs, if I’d been the one you saw at the exact second…”

Would it have been me?

If you can’t keep them from hitting you, you make them hit you.

couldn’t keep living my life on maybes if I wanted to live.

Take them. Free them. Track them. Kill them

I’m wearing a GPS tracking anklet.”

All I saw was a flash of movement, the glint of metal. And then everything went black.

I was scared. I was scared of my own emotions, scared of wanting and longing and loving. Scared of hurting either one of them.

Scared of losing someone I cared about when I’d already lost so much.

That’s the difference between the two of us,” Michael told me. “I don’t just want you.” Now both of his hands were on my face. “I want to want you.”

“I feel…something.” Dean’s words came unevenly. He turned toward me, his leg brushing against mine. “But I don’t know if I can—I don’t know if it’s enough.