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“What I am is an adult woman with agency and the tools to make choices. Feel free to, you know, treat me accordingly.”
“What I am is worried that my Vampyre wife will get herself killed. I’d have to bury her corpse in the raised bed under the plumbago, and the next batch will sprout ugly.”
he found himself tearing off the piece of fabric where her smell was most intense. He slipped it in his pocket, and now carries it everywhere. Even as he leaves to avoid her.
Lowe turns to me. “Do you accept?” “Accept…the spit?” “His apology.”
“I was trying to check my email.” I swallow. “Get in touch with friends.” “You don’t have friends, Misery.”
okay damn guy
“And I’m very much not an IT person, but that”—he points at my code, which is still crunching along—“does not look like Yahoo.” “Yahoo? Lowe, you’re really dating yourself here.”
at times, there are decisions that feel right, deep in the marrow of my bones.” He wets his lips. “You are one of them.”
“I truly don’t get it,” he muses. “Get what?” “How you managed to stay alive despite your reckless outbursts.” “I must be very smart.” “Or incredibly stupid.”
“Sorry, I’ll let the matter go.” For now. “Please, don’t leave. I’m sure you came here to…What do you do here, anyway? Scratch your claws? Howl at the moon?” “Deflea myself.”
“Architecture, right? I don’t fully get it. Buildings are kind of boring. I’m grateful they don’t fall on top of my head, though.” “I don’t get how one can type stuff into a machine all day and not be terrified of a robot uprising. I’m grateful for Mario Kart, though.”
“That was a badass speech, Misery.” “Badass is my middle name.” “Your middle name is Lyn.” Shit. “Stop reading my file.”
“You said, ‘when we land’?” “Yeah.” “You realize that’s not a sentence, right? Just a temporal subordinate clause.” His eyebrow lifts. “You’re a linguist now?”
“I don’t need to speed-read Architecture for Dummies and pretend I can tell Gothic and art deco apart?” He turns to me, stone-faced. “You’re joking.” “Please look ahead.” “You can, right? You are able to tell apart—”
“I’m not going to piss off the lady who tried to kidnap Ana,” I say, outraged. Then clarify, “I might stab her. But I’m not going to sass her.”
“Shall I retreat into the closet in shame? So you don’t have to see me?” His mouth twitches. Definitely forgiven. “I can just turn the other way.”
So I like looking at my husband who’s a different species and fated to be someone else’s mate. Whatever. Take me to court. Impound my nonexistent assets.
“Was that a compliment?” His head tilts in confusion. “Wasn’t it?” “Not intentionally.” “Weren’t you trying to say how low-maintenance I am?” “No.” “Bummer.” I bend my head and quickly type the code. “Well, I rescind my warm acceptance of your non-compliment.”
Call whoever you like.” A pause. “Maybe avoid phone sex, but really, it’s up to you.” “Is phone sex even a thing anymore?” “Pretty sure all kinds of sex are a thing, and will be till the sun swallows the Earth.” He went back to pruning, then added, “If you’re ordering pizza, get extra large.”
What I do, instead, is lean forward and lick it off Lowe’s thumb. I regret it instantly. I don’t regret it at all.
“I’ve actually been working on a plan.” “Let’s hear it.” “It involves staying here. Building a life. Growing old. Developing cataracts.”
If I want to be in love with my stupid Were husband, I’m going to be in love with my stupid Were husband, whether he wants to admit that he loves me back or not.
“Shut up, Lowe.” He laughs, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Not the appropriate way to speak to the Alpha of the pack you claim to want to join.” “Right. Shut up, Alpha.”
I would not like to thank: Ticketmaster.
