"I kill people, that's what I do." He snapped as his lips barely touched mine and his eyes noticed my trembled lips.
"I know that." I whispered, taking ahold of his hands. "Don't worry, we are both in this together."
Levy Martin was on so many probations that he lost count, his girlfriend, Lia Maxwell was barely in detentions. She was a good girl, her boyfriend was the killer. Add in a little bit of drama and a lot of thrillers of dating the killer, and you have yourself a pretty damned story.