Trouble in paradise? Want me to talk to him for you?” he offered. “I’m sure I can convince him to come crawling back. Even literally, if you’re into that kind of kinky stuff.

Ada Adams

Mots clés kinky razor trouble-in-paradise

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I reached for her through the darkness, but she was gone. Like dominoes folding over, the rest of the mirrors collapsed down on top of me. The impact caused the world around me to vanish.

Ada Adams

Mots clés darkness dawn mirrors vanished

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If I had to, I was going to rip every inch of me open, give him as much blood as he needed to survive.

Ada Adams

Mots clés blood dawn survive rip

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There is a light at the end of every tunnel. Some tunnels just happen to be longer than others.

Ada Adams

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He smelled like a sultry summer storm—cool, refreshing rain, sweltering, hot wind, and charged, electric thunder—all rolled up into one extremely enticing vampire being.

Ada Adams

Mots clés vampire enticing sultry

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You’d think bad guys would get a little creative,” Razor whispered as we crawled under the fence. “Old, abandoned buildings are such a cliché.

Ada Adams

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Well, it’s more like a sentence on life,” he said, grinning. “I live by three rules: Don’t dwell on the past, present, or future, party hard, and never fall in love. Easy.

Ada Adams

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Which means, while you guys are off partying tomorrow, I’ll be at home in my makeshift lab, playing with D’s blood.” I groaned. “You’re even able to make a nice gesture sound appalling. How is that possible?” “Years of practice,” he said, grinning.

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Are we going to do this again?” I grumbled. “Do what?” “The damsel-in-distress and knight-in-shining armor bit.” Pain flashed in his eyes. “That's not how I see us,” he murmured, sliding his hand to the side of my neck. “I told you before, you're no damsel. You're more like a butt-kicking dragon.” He caressed my cheek with his hand. “Oh, thanks.” I attempted to sound annoyed, but his touch melted away the irritation in my voice. “Plus, I've worn armor before, and trust me, it's not my style.

Ada Adams

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Do you see what I’m wearing?”
A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “I do.” In a blink of an eye, his smile vanished. “But, to my misfortune, so does everyone else in this place.

Ada Adams

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