"You blind me, my dear, with your fire. Carefully controlled, directed only into the outlets you allow, but otherwise left to boil beneath the surface. You're like a bottle of fine champagne, yearning to be opened. Year after year, the pressure building slowly, with no release. And ever since I met you, all I could think was what it would take to make...you...pop."
I'm out; I have no idea beyond character and place names what this has to do with the first book in series.
Honestly, it's a combination of horror and serial killer with the heroine gone TSTL and lots of everyone murking about alleys either doing the murdering or seeking the murderer.
Not my cup of tea. Not even willing to skim to finish, boring old mucking around city streets interspersed with horror scenes ...