The screen went black.
No message. No explanation. Just darkness.
A message of love born and fed in his beautiful madness.
I stared at my monitor, the cursor blinking in silence.
He just murdered a man and I had no issue with it. None.
With a heart full of love for my sweet psycho, I looked at the document on my computer.
Maybe this was the dark yet romantic scene my book had been missing.
And I began to write while I waited for my heart to come back home.
Chapter
Forty
THE FOX AND HER PRINCE
Azariel
“I’d follow you into the dark, even if you were the one who led me there.” — P
Date night.
Apparently, that’s what normal couples do—or so my stubborn little fox informed me. Me? I’d rather shove my knives in my ears and gargle battery acid. But it made her happy.
So, I went.
To a concert.
She’d mentioned it in passing while we were at Venomous. Said her favorite Korean American rapper—Stephen Choi, apparently a global sensation—was touring in New York, but the tickets were sold out.
So I got her a private booth.
Dropped a stupid amount of money, pulled a few strings. Worth it.
The place was packed. Blinding lights. Screaming teenagers. Everyone waving lavender light sticks in the air like they were in a cult. Poe told me that’s his fandom color. Figures.
I turned away from the chaos and looked at the only crazy fan that mattered.
She was glowing.
That wide, radiant smile of hers was reserved for moments of pure, unfiltered joy. Like right now. Waiting for some tattooed pop god to step on stage.
So, I swallowed my pride and stood beside her.
I suffered.
For her.
And I’d do it a thousand times more if it meant she’d keep looking at me the way she had for the past half hour. Like I’d hung the damn moon for her. If only she knew... this is just the beginning of what I plan to give her.
The whole galaxy, if she wants it.
“I think the show’s about to start,” Poe whispered, her hand wrapped around mine. Small fingers, soft touch—barely there, and yet I felt it in my bones.