Last Breath — Kerri Ann

The devil created him to look like an angel, his perfect muse for destruction.

Killing to Salem was second nature and as necessary as breathing. His appetite for death was only quenched by his best friend Malachi's ability to settle the monster within. To halt his need to vet out vengeance for a past they couldn't escape.

Barging their way through my doors covered in blood and gore I wasn't afraid of them.
My only fear was for my own excitement.
Excitement as I felt the pull to cause the same destruction and to be set free from the life I'd been living.

My soul craved their offer to join them. To release the demons within me.

Would joining them be my undoing? Would I find the release I craved?

It could mean my death.

It could be my last breath.