As far as first dates go, you can't go wrong with a moonlit trip to the crematory.

Marshall: I've lived a carefully cultivated life on a quiet suburban cul-de-sac. My anonymity and meticulous routine are all by design. No one knows of the monster that lurks inside me, this insatiable urge to commit murder, that thrives just beneath my pastel sweater vests and buttoned-up demeanor.

No one, that is, until my tiny menace of a neighbor comes along and ruins everything.

Felix Finley and I have nothing in common. He's small and pretty, all friendly chatter and soft features, fair skin and pearly sharp teeth. He's intriguing and I hate it, loathe him entirely. Definitely dont want to kiss his stupid, gorgeous lips.

But late one night, when I witness him dragging a lifeless corpse from his home and across his front lawn, I wonder if maybe Felix and I have more in common than I thought. Maybe Felix Finley needs my help, my expertise, and this is my time to shine. He's batty and wicked in a way I never expected. Because I may have lived years of cautiously concealed truths, but in the wake of Felix's pouty lips and sad eyes, I'm tempted to spill every secret at his feet. And that thought alone, is more terrifying than any monster.