My heart cracked. Daemon never begged.
Alex, you have to be in there. I know you. My heart would not be beating if you were truly gone.
His hands slid around my head, pulling me back to his mouth. There was a cracking sound in the house. A fissure of electricity shot through the room. Something smoked. I didn’t care.
At some point, Roth had gotten hold of my cell and replaced Zayne’s name with Stony and listed his own number under Sexy Beast. What a tool.
Modesty is for saints and losers. I’m neither.
His brows were lowered in concentration. Thick, sooty lashes hid his eyes. They lifted and his lips spread into a grin. I was in so much trouble.
I checked out your blog.? Oh. Dear. Baby. Jesus. How did he find it? Wait. More importantly was the fact he HAD found it. Was my blog now googleable? That was awesomesauce with an extra heaping of sauce.
Saint Delphi my ass.
You’ll have a piece of my heart – all of it, really. Forever.
Apollo had said he knew what this kind of love was capable of. And I finally understood why Paris had risked his country and his blood for Helen. Selfish, yes, but I understood. I would burn the world if that meant Alex would be safe.
What can I say? I cleaned up nicely.
I thought people in small towns were supposed to be nice, not act like the son of Satan.
I blame boobs.
She tipped her head back and started laughing, and I started picturing people twerking – everyone in the limo. Quiet Luxen Dude. Rolland. Sadi. All of them bent over, butts in the air, looking like damn fools.
There was no doubt in my mind that Daemon believed revenge was a dish best served in my face.
Kat, say something insulting. Come on.
So childish, Alex. You’ve ruined her dress.” The vibrant red silk floated around me as I treaded water. “I know. Bad me.
Batter up, mofo.
While you’re deep in something, you never say or do what you need to. It’s always after the fact, when it’s too late, that you realize what you should’ve said or done.
Daemon arched a brow. “You don’t wanna play, Barf, because we can do that nifty freeze thing and play, right here and now.” Oh, for the love of backwoods babies everywhere, this wasn’t necessary. I wrapped my fingers around Daemon’s tense arm. “Come on,” I whispered.