Doll Face by Sadie Grubor
“So, you just get to kill every asshole?”
“If they fall out of line, then I do what is requested and necessary to protect the family.” He pauses, moving one hand to the curve of my ass. “And if they touch you, then yes. I absolutely get to kill them.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he’s not finished.
“However, after last night, I can see I won’t need to.”
It’s my turn to furrow my brow in confusion.
“You, my deadly doll,” he starts, hands sliding to my ribs. “Are capable of gorgeous vengeance,” he finishes, pressing his lips to my stomach. “You are a goddess among mortals.”
“What’s right and wrong is being swallowed up,” I whisper, the words weak and lacking vehemence.
“Righteousness is subjective. And last night, it secured your fate to be at my side.”
I stiffen, and he lifts his head.
“Mei,” he says, returning to my false name, my mask.
I drop my face to meet his gaze.
“You’ve killed me again,” I admit in a low voice.
Everything I’d built and buried has crumbled around me. I can don the Mei mask, but Dahlia has been reborn. He’s resurrected her without understanding the crazy, dark, and twisted things that follow her.
Pleased with himself, he grins. “What are you so afraid of?”
“How much I like it.”