More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“You,” he says, voice deep, almost too low to hear. “How the fuck do you smell like this?”
“You’re hard to find,” she tells me, voice melodic and low. I briefly contemplate slamming my head against the keyboard. Then settle for replying calmly:
Lol
“Then again, Moreland gave up a lot for this arrangement. The Collateral they’re sending . . . The councilman’s daughter for the Alpha’s mate. Sounds like poetry, right?”
I make a mental note to never have children.
I’ve evicted a three-(thirteen?)-year-old from her room
Lol
His cheeks have an olive tinge. God, I think he’s blushing. Because of course they’d flush green.
Alex, who glances between Lowe and me with an expression so guilty he’d probably admit to mortgage fraud if pressed ever so slightly.
Lol
erotomaniacal
The words in this book are a bit ridiculous
Can I let him roam around the house, or will Max try to frame him for racketeering?”
Lol
Ken Doll snorts. “Were you watching us from the window?” “I mean . . . yeah?” “Creepy. You need a hobby.” “You’re right. I’ve heard amazing things about paragliding, or competitive duck herding. Maybe I could—oh, wait. I forgot that I’m literally stuck in a one-hundred-and-thirty-square-foot bedroom twenty-four seven.” “Read a book, pointy.”
Lol
“Ana has been visiting,” I say, matching his tone. “She keeps me company, and even though she’s terrible at pronouncing my name and clearly doesn’t know whether she’s six or seven . . .” I swallow. “I’d rather she doesn’t get, you know. Kidnapped and trafficked.”
Ana is delighted to see me. She runs to me, a blur of sparkly pink cotton and unicorn ears, and wraps her little arms around my waist. “We don’t always have to hug,” I tell her. She squeezes harder. I sigh. “Fine. Sure.”
Lol
“Did he also have to challenge someone to become a second? Maybe Ken Doll?” “It’s fucked up that I know who you’re referring to.” I chuckle. “Hey, he has never introduced himself.” “Ludwig. His name is Ludwig.
Lol
“He’s always so nice to me.” “That’s because he has a weakness for beautiful women.” “What does that have to do with me?” “You know what you look like.”
👀👀
“That was a badass speech, Misery.” “Badass is my middle name.” “Your middle name is Lyn.” Shit. “Stop reading my file.” “Never.”
🥰
“I know you don’t like my scent.” “I fucking love your scent.”
Koen takes a bite of his steak. He and Lowe bickered like an old married couple over who’d get to eat mine, so I decided to give it to Amanda. Look, Serena, I’m making friends.
Lol
“I could fuck you very nicely right now,” he says into my ear. He sounds honest, and a bit resigned. “I almost did.”
How did she not swoon?!?
“And whatever is happening between you two, fuck it out of your system before people find out.” He hangs up, and I instantly turn to Lowe. “Will we really?” I ask. His eyes are instantly hooded. His lips move unintelligibly for a few moments. “The things I want to—” “I mean, will we be meeting him in person?” “Ah.” He clears his throat. “As soon as I can arrange it.”
Lmao
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sparkles. Serena’s damn fucking cat. I forgot about him! Did someone feed him? Is he dead?” How long can cats go without eating? An hour? A month?
Lmao
Owen tilts his head. “Do you think I would neglect to inform you if Father died? Actually, I could see myself doing that. No, Father is alive.
Lol
“You need to tell me. This place smells like you and your scent is shooting up my brain and I cannot think about anything but fucking you. So if you want me to stop, I need you to tell me.” I press my forehead harder against the wall. “Please, don’t stop.”
“It was a mistake, telling you about the concept of mates.” His voice is detached, like he’s reading from a script and sucking every emotion out of his performance. “It’s not something any non-Were can fully comprehend, let alone a Vampyre. But I understand how appealing it might be, for someone who struggles with belonging.”
Why is he doing this?!? To protect her?
“you are officially condemned to a lifetime of Misery” jokes,
😂
