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417 pages, Hardcover
First published October 16, 2012
It's dangerous to fall in love in hell.
I wanted Malachi to see me as whole. Not broken. Not used.
"You amaze me."
"You admire my capacity to injure myself or to take a beating and keep going?"
Malachi had, hands down, the most impressive male physique I'd ever seen up close. I couldn't stop staring. I guess running around a giant city and hunting venomous animal people probably resulted in some pretty great definition.
"The great Malachi is capable of panic?"
His jaw scraped against my skin as he whispered in my ear. "Where you are concerned, it appears I am capable of just about anything."
"Malachi, can I be with you right now, wherever you are?" He moved very slowly, as if afraid he would wake my memories and fears.
"I thought you'd never ask," he said very softly. "Yes."
"Was it just me, or did the Guards at the Station seem less than eager to help him?" I wondered because he'd come to rescue me after what I'd done.
Raphael somehow read my mind. "Don't worry, it's not you. Malachi is a controversial character among the Guard. He is their Captain, but he is not one of them. They were created to function as a unit, but he often operates alone or with Ana, who is human like him. He is the most merciless of them all but also the most principled. He has changed some policies for dealing with the Mazikin in recent years, and the other Guards do not like it. He comes from a different place then they do, and his future is different from theirs. As it has been with all their human leaders, it is hard for the other guards to understand him, and some of them don't try."
The deep voids of his eyes were surrounded by thick, black lashes and full of confidence and threat. It was as if he'd already assessed my weaknesses and ticked off all the possible ways to kill me, so now he could relax and be friendly.
"I never said I didn't want you to touch me! That is exactly the problem. Every time you put your hands on me, I don't want you to let go.
"You can be selfish. It makes me feel wanted. And I..." He chuckled softly. "I want you to want me."
They're so absorbed in their own sadness that they can't see past the darkness.
She once told me that everybody carried their secret savages beneath their skin, and some people just covered them better than others.
I think some people like the disease better [than the cure]. It's more familiar, and they don't want to give it up, even once they know they can be healed of it.
"Mercy is not a right. Mercy is a gift from one to another. It can't be earned."
2 out of 10
Not that I had a ton of experience but this was the freakiest slumber party I'd ever attended.