When I said I had no choice about helping you, I meant it. There was no other option because you are the only option. I don't trust anything at the moment. But the one thing I am sure of, the one thing I do trust..." he paused for a fraction of a second, "is the way I feel about you.
Sarah AldersonTags: alex hunting-lila
Enter at own risk: Trespassers may be shot, drunk, eaten, poisoned, sliced or attacked by a wild animal. The psychic will tell you which.
Sarah AldersonAre demons allergic to fashion? Am I supposed to blind them with sequins?
Sarah AldersonHe finished tying the knot and looked me in the face and I felt my gaze fall from his eyes to his lips and back again. "Why are you giving it back to me?" I asked. He pressed his thumb to my bottom lip and I heard an intake of air. That was me, I thought, before my head started to spin. Then he bent his head and kissed me. Just lightly, for a short few seconds before drawing away again.
Sarah AldersonYou think this is the first
time Lila’s been impulsive? Seriously, dude, you do remember my sister,
right? Short, blonde, impulsive as shock therapy? Stubborn as a mule who
won’t take no for an answer?’
Alex raises an eyebrow. Without reading his mind I can tell he’s thinking
that that’s like the ear wax laughing at the snot.
There they are. Lieutenant Jack Loveday and Lieutenant Alex Wakeman. I’ve only seen their photos so far and the pictures that are in Demos’s head, but the truth is Demos did not do them justice. In fact, Demos’s head needs a tune up or a reboot or an entirely new operating system altogether.
Sarah AldersonThe Unit might be out to get us but that doesn’t change the fact
that they’re also very buff and two of them in particular are beyond buff –
indeed they occupy a whole new federation of hotness. They are almost as hot as me. Only in a man way.
My mission, which I chose to accept, is to infiltrate the enemy. Jack and
Alex are the enemy. I pause, wondering how Demos defines infiltration.
'Not that way', Alicia answers.
I didn't steal it,' I stammered in protest. I had so stolen it.
Sarah AldersonI wandered over to the motorbike and read the work Triumph on the side. 'How long has he had it?' I asked Jack.
'No. Over my dead body.' Jack's expression was hard.
[…]
'[…] I told Dad I'd keep you safe and the Alex you know is not the Alex who drives that bike. He's not known to respect the speed limit.'
Now I definitely wanted to go on it.
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