Page 113 of Start A War (Saint View Psychos)

My life was all about restraints. The hold I constantly had to put on Scythe was only part of it. My family’s business and demands and threats made up the other half.

I would have loved to live without any of that. To know what it truly felt like to be free. That would never happen for me, but I would never stand in her way.

Maybe I could live it vicariously through her. “I won’t barge in next time you’re having sex with someone.”

She raised an eyebrow, then stifled a giggle. “Okay. That’s a good start. And you’ll take me out on a second date?”

She could have asked me to fly her to the moon. I would have said yes.

She could have asked me to kill for her. Fuck, I would have killed that Caleb asshole in the middle of the daycare parking lot, but what did you do? Nothing. Pussy. Who do you think she’d prefer? Your little boy romantic notions? Or me?

He’d be in my head for days now. He always was after I slipped and let him out for a moment. The urge to go find a knife to run my fingers over was there, and that was a very Scythe thing to do.

I should have said no. I was a danger to everyone around me.

Especially her.

But when I opened my mouth, all that came out was, “Yes.”

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