I’m just trying to do the right thing. I’m a vampire.”
“Duh.”
“And you’re not.”
“Again: duh.”
“I could hurt you. I could lose control.”
“If you were anyone else, I’d have kneecapped you by now.
Any more packages for Solange?”
“Twelve letters, three packages, and a box of puppies.”
I winced. “Puppies?”
“They’re fine. Isabeau took them all.”
“Good. Who eats puppies?” I shook my head.
“Yeah, Isabeau swore in French. A lot.”
“Hot.”
“Yeah, Logan nearly went cross-eyed.”
"Chapter 12
Hunter pulled away, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, where are you going?” I murmured. “We’re not done making up.”
“We’re in crisis mode out there,” she answered, reluctantly taking another step back.
“It’s always crisis mode in this house,” I said with disgust."
"Chapter 24
Yummy,” Chloe murmured to me. Quinn flashed us a grin. I fought a blush.
“Vampire hearing, remember?” I murmured back.
She shrugged, grinning back."
"Chapter 10
It was the first time I could actually understand the seduction and the allure of baring your throat to a predator. It had always seemed like madness to me, or the result of reading too many novels. It still did. But there was the barest sway of my body toward him.
His hair swung out to briefly curtain our faces. There was something in his expression that I couldn’t entirely decipher.
And then he stepped back abruptly, his familiar smirk erasing that mysterious warmth I’d glimpsed.
Chloe was the first break the silence. She let out a shaky breath.
“Is it suddenly hot out here, or what?”
"Chapter 10
Lucy said, her nose pressed to the window. “Misunderstanding. No big deal.”
Solange quirked a half smile. “You might try complete sentences, Lucy.”
“Can’t. Busy.”
I was curious despite myself. “What are you doing?”
“Drooling,” Solange explained fondly.
“I totally am,” Lucy admitted, unrepentant. “Just look at them.”
Lucy moved over to give me space. She was watching five of the seven Drake boys repairing the outside wall of the farmhouse, under our window.
Solange leaned back against the wall, bored. “Are you done yet?”
“Hell no,” Lucy said. She’d left nose prints on the glass. Nicholas smirked up at her. She blushed. “Ooops. Busted.”
“I told you they could hear your heartbeat,” Solange said.
“Even from up here.”
“I can’t help it. Even if they all know they’re pretty and are insufferably arrogant,” she added louder. “Can they hear that?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She glanced at me. “Yummy, right?”
“I’m sure Isabeau would rather recover, not ogle my brothers,”
Solange said. “You remember how stressed you were after the Hypnos?”
“Please,” Lucy scoffed. “This is totally soothing.
(Lucy to Isabeau)"
“Cool.” She tilted her head. “You don’t look crazy.”
“You’re like a runaway train,” Logan groaned at her. “Can’t you shut her up?” he asked his brother pleadingly.
“How?” Nicholas said somewhat helplessly.
“Kiss her, you idiot.
All right.” Lucy shouldered her way to my side and made a waving motion as if they were annoying flies. “Shoo!” She narrowed her eyes. “I said shoo.”
They dispersed, mostly startled into moving. Only Logan remained, leaning casually against the wall.
“Darling, I’m not some insect to be chased away.”
“Darling?” She snorted amiably. “You’re not ninety years old, either.”
He straightened. “I’m charming,” he informed her. “And women like endearments.
It was a beautiful night, warm and filled with stars and the songs of crickets and frogs. White flowers glowed in the grass. It was a night made for poetry. We should have been kissing. A lot.
Instead we were sneaking out of the caves to a blood-soaked clearing where we’d been ambushed not twenty-four hours earlier. Not exactly an ordinary date.
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