Have you had a chance to talk with your colleagues?
Talk? We don't talk. They dictate. I tell them to fuck off.
Fuck me, I love her.
Larissa IoneLet’s just say that my father is a very powerful man."
"That’s a little understated, don’t you think? … You know, seeing how he’s the Grim fucking Reaper.
Easy there, Smurfette.
Larissa IoneHe sobered as he gazed at her, then took a deep breath and pulled away. “I’m not normally affected like this. It’s you. You’re putting off some hellacious fuck-me vibes.”
“Not enough, apparently,” she muttered.
I’ve got you,” he murmured into her hair. “I’ll always get you.
Larissa IoneSo ask me again why I’ll win a battle of wills.” “Fine.” She jammed her feet under the covers. “Why?” “Because I’m immortal and you’re a mere human. I have an eternity to out-stubborn you.
Larissa IoneHere’s how this goes. No Guardians. I don’t trust any of them, including you. You can have as much ice cream as you want. I doubt I’ll stop ordering you around.” He turned his face away and put his lips to her ear. “And you don’t get your own bedroom. You sleep here. With me.
Larissa IoneI hate you.”
“I know,” he whispered.
“Kiss me.”
He didn’t hesitate.
Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.
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