The Coveted (The Unearthly, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

I hoped that this didn’t slip through my fingers the same way his hair was. Because we were both real good at messing things up.

“But,” I said, “just so we’re clear: no more mass killings. If that happens again, I’m so out of here.” I couldn’t believe I’d ever have to say those particular words to someone.

Sheesh, men. You’d think by the time they’re 700 years old they’d be over dirty jokes.

Randy vampire.

“Remind me to distract you again the next time I piss you off.”

No one crosses my friends and gets away with it. Not even the devil. If he so much as tries to lay a finger on you, I’ll glitter bomb the shit out of him.” Damn, but I loved my friends.

It struck me again that this was love. Me allowing someone to take care of me for once, and Andre doing something for me solely because he was concerned for my well-being. It had nothing to do with how we looked and everything to do with who we were.