Mostly, I’m just a good talker, and that’s only useful in politics.” “Let’s not overlook your ability to make every girl swoon with just a smile.” It took Kai a moment to hear her over his frustration, but then his expression cleared and he grinned. “Yep,” she said, shutting the panel. “That’s the one.
You see, I figured it’s probably too much to hope that New Beijing’s most renowned mechanic is having trouble with her port, so I figured there must be something wrong with mine.” Screwing up his lips, he whapped the corner of is portscreen on the table, then check the screen again with a heavy sigh. “Nope, nothing. Maybe she’s been ignoring my comms on purpose.
The White Queen once told me that there were days when she believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
I am not worth starting a war over.” His eyes brightened behind the spectacles. He looked young for a moment, almost giddy. “Actually, you are.” She cocked her head, squinting at him. Maybe he really was mad.
She held her breath and dared to look up. Wolf was gaping at her openly and for a second he seemed almost mortified – but then he grinned, the look warm and bewildered. Scarlet.
Una corona no sirve demasiado, solo para descansar encima de una cabeza sin utilidad alguna. Se supone que brilla.
Scarlet couldn’t help it – she burst into laughter. “Oh – I’m sorry. That was mean. I know I shouldn’t tease you about this.” Still grinning, she made to retract her hand, but he was suddenly gripping it, refusing to relinquish the touch. “You just look so scared, like I’m going to disappear at any minute. We’re stuck on a spaceship, Wolf. I’m not going anywhere.
My dear girl. You are Princess Selene.
Alpha female,” he murmured. “I sort of like that.
You do know that telling a secret destroys its secrecy, don’t you?
The smile she’d been waiting for warmed his face, a.
He blinked up at Scarlet. “Did you just shoot me?
Captain is King.
I believe you owe her an apology,” the fighter said in his quiet, even tone.
Wolf rolled her away from the edge, landing on top of her. His hands hastily brushed the curls from her face, gripped her shoulders, rubbed her bruised wrist, every ounce of his frenetic energy devoted to checking that she was there. That she was all right.
Wow,” she mused. “My first day on the job and I’m already an action figure.
When finally she had stopped trembling, Scarlet peeled herself away from him. The vice of his arms reluctantly let her go and she dared to meet his gaze again. The shocked horror had left him, replaced with heat and longing and uncertainty. And fear, so much fear, but she didn’t think it had anything to do with her nearly falling off the train. Lips tingling, she arched her neck toward him.
Is she blushing? She sounds like she’s blushing.” “She’s blushing,” Thorne confirmed, shuffling the cards. “Actually, Wolf is also looking a little flustered –.
Scarlet sat up, heat rushing to her face as she was struck with an almost irresistible yearning to crawl toward him – not to get off the train’s roof, but to be wrapped up against him again. To feel warm and safe and content, just for another moment. She smashed the desire down into her gut. Wolf.
The fighter’s pale eyes darted to Scarlet, and for a moment she sensed a connection between them. Here they were, both outcasts. Unwanted. Crazy.