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“I’m gonna be sick,” I say. “I’m ordering you not to,” says Obi. “Ah, don’t say that,” says Dee-Dum. “She’s a born rebel. She’ll puke just to make a point.”
His last thought before he blacks out is that his Watchers would have liked this girl.
“Of course you’re fine.” She keeps walking. “You’re the devil’s bride and these are his creatures.”
She sees me once in a guy’s arms and she has us married already. I wonder what Raffe would think of my mom being his mother-in-law.
If I ever see the twins again, it looks like I owe them a zombie-girl mud fight.
“You’re a hero. I’m hoping you’ll restore my faith and show me that we’re worth saving.” “I am so not a hero.” “You saved my life back at the aerie. By definition, you’re my hero.” “I left you in a basement to die.” “You broke me out of the grasp of a living horror when I thought all hope was gone. You gave me the opportunity to crawl back to life when no one else could.” She glances over at me, her eyes shining in the dark. “You’re a hero, Penryn, whether you like it or not.”
It’s painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.
“Don’t talk. You’ll just spoil my fantasy of rescuing an innocent damsel in distress as soon as you open your mouth.”
Raffe looks over at the bloody knife in my hand. “If I still had any doubts that it was you, that would do it.” He gestures toward my opponent rolling on the ground with his hands cradling his package.
“He should have been polite and just let us by,” I say. “Way to teach him some respect. I always wanted to meet a girl who fights dirty,” says Raffe. “There’s no such thing as dirty fighting in self-defense.” He huffs. “I don’t know whether to make fun of him or to respect you.” “Come on, that one’s easy.”
“Don’t let me go,” he says.
“I had to leave it in a pile of stuff on Pier 39 in San Francisco when I got caught.” “You left her?” I nod. “I had no choice.” “She wasn’t made to be alone.” “I guess none of us are.” Our eyes meet and an electric tingle runs through me. “She missed you,” I say in a whisper. “Did she?” His voice is a soft caress. His gaze into my eyes is so intense that I swear he sees straight into my soul. “Yes.” Warmth flushes my cheeks. I… “She thought about you all the time.” The candlelight flickers a soft glow along his jawline, along his lips. “I hated losing her.” His voice is a low growl. “I hadn’t
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We’re better off together than apart.”
He glares at me. “I’ve had to watch you die once, isn’t that enough?”
I swivel my eyes to look at the blade in my hands. Was that you, Pooky Bear?
My dad once told me life would get complicated when I grew up. I’m guessing this isn’t what he meant. My mom, on the other hand, agreed with him, and I’m guessing this kind of thing is exactly what she meant.
