Little Demon in the Details

by Nordika Night

“I need you to do that thing where you smother me with your body and touch me all over while I sleep.” “You mean cuddle?” I scoff. “No.”

Everything bad in his life has been because of his last name. I can rename him again. I lick my lips and grin at my little demon. “You telling me you wanna become Mercer Bentley Carter?”

He groans. Or moans. Or sighs in agony. So conflicting.

I throw on some pout, water up the eyes, and aim a bunch of blinks at my almost-hubby. “Don’t make me marry you in a world where he exists, Blake.”

Dee scoffed at me before we left. She usually calls me a slut, but on our way out the door, she called me a murder slut, and I didn’t hate it. Still hate her, though. Mostly.

Best relationship of the book

“We never had mission names before you.” Brandt tucks some guns into his tactical gear like it’s a casual Monday evening. “We never even called them missions. You’re tainting the family.” “Improving,” I amend.

“I’m marrying you tomorrow. Don’t fuck that up. Got it?” “I’m marrying you tomorrow, so give me some fucking credit.”

I’m touching dagger hilts and keeping my eyes on the man who ordered my death too many times over. Blake, who has never once stepped in front of me during our entire relationship, does so now.

Apparently, the murder wasn’t supposed to be bloody. Suffocation was the plan, but no one told me, so how was I supposed to know?

“I just want you to be sure you’re making the right choice. I mean, I’ll die if you leave me or change your mind, but at least I’m pretending to give you the option to think about it.”

Mercer is me and I am Mercer

“No buts, Mercer.” “No buts, hubs.” Finally, the perfect nickname.