Got it, self-destructive king.
Maybe at that point, when there’s no one left, I’ll finally grow some balls and drop dead.
Marcus’s fingers are still palming my cheek, his expression unchanged. “And?”
“And?” I ask incredulously, then repeat in a louder voice, “And?I just told you I’m crazy.”
“You’re not crazy. Your brain’s just wired different.”
My chin trembles, but I purse my lips. “Yeah. Different in a way that I kill people just to feel good.”
“…Okay.”
“What the fuck type of reaction is that?” I push him away because his touch is muddying my brain. “I told you I murder people for fun, and you just sayokay?”
He lifts a shoulder. “If someone hurt someone I love, I’d kill, too.”
I let my upper lip lift in a snarl, my brain going the extra mile to make Marcus hate the shit out of me. “I don’t hurt them because they hurt people I love. I hurt them forme.For the rush. For the brief calm that follows. To feel fuckingalive.You don’t find that disgusting?”
“Different strokes, fairy prince.”
“Stop pretending it’s normal.”
“Who said anything about normal? Neither of us is, and truly, I don’t give a fuck that you kill. Survive any way you can. That’s what’s important. If you have to paint the world red for it, so be it.”
My whole body is shivering now. “I doubt you’d say the same if I sliced someone’s throat before your eyes.”
“I’d probably find it hot if you killed for me.”
My lips part before I purse them again. “You really are sick.”
“Which is why we’re compatible, don’t you think?”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Would you kill for me?”
“Yes.”
He says the word without hesitation, as if it’s a given.
I blink. Something warm and horrifying tugs low in my chest.
Is that supposed to make my heart skip a beat?
Why is my heart skipping a fucking beat?
“And you, Preston?” Marcus grabs my jaw, yanking me toward him. “Would you live for me?”
“Stop joking around?—”
“I’m not. I own you, remember? And since you’re mine, I’m telling you tolivefor me.”
I swallow thickly but don’t say anything.
I can’t.
