How did you know I was different?”
“You mean besides the obvious obsidian, the alien entourage, and the branch?” He laughed. “You’re full of electricity. See?” He reached between the seats and placed his hand over mine. Static crackled, jolting us both.
Daemon grabbed Blake’s hand and threw it back at him. “I do not like you.
I turned and reached over,wrapping my arms around his all too stiff body. I hugged him, squeezing him as tightly as I could. And then I let him go before he overreacted and threw me off the rock.
Daemon still didn’t move. He stared at me, eyes wide, like he’d never been hugged before.
But when Bethany came into class, her dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off her graceful neck, he may have stopped breathing again. A thousand charming words strung together in his head in a nanosecond, but he averted his eyes to his empty notebook. Notes? Who really took notes in class? Dawson wanted to see if she would talk to him first. God, he was like a teenage girl. He was so screwed.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutI love you, Dawson. I love who you are, what you are. And I don’t think love recognizes differences. It just is. And we really aren’t that different.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutDamn girl. Is your daddy a thief?"
"What?"
I'd never actually met my dad. Maybe he was. All I knew was that he'd been mortal. Hopefully, he'd been nothing like these two ass-hats. Ren flexed his nonexistent muscles, smiling.
"Well, then who stole those diamonds and put them in your eyes?"
"Wow.
Mots clés lame-compliments
Actually, I was prone to random acts of stupidity. I considered it to be one of my talents.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutMots clés humor stupidity talents alex
Throwing a sub at the Apollyon probably wasn't something that should be done in public. But I couldn't help it; I laughed.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutI remembered all the little things. My Seth? Oh, yuck. I wanted to scrub my brain with detergent. And those things I'd yelled when I fought aiden - actually fought Aiden? Scrub my brain? Add mouth and soul to that laundry list.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutAt the bottom of the stairs, I caught sight of a tall Sentinel with brown hair pulled into a low ponytail. Solos. As far as I recalled, I hadn't threatened him with bodily harm - at least not to his face.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutA sudden damp coldness clung to the air around us. I lifted my head, eyeing the burnt orange sky. One drop of water fell, splashing off my cheek. Then the sky opened up, drenching us in cold rain within seconds.
I sighed. "Really, it has to rain?
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