Hans (Alliance, #4)

by S.J. Tilly

Cassandra backs out of her driveway, nearly clipping her mailbox.

she’s so me

“Are you obsessed with me?” Hans blinks once, slowly. “Cassandra, I need you to listen.” Oh my god, I think he is.

A man with a basement full of guns and camera angles of my house, who also keeps body bags in his truck, has to be a red flag. Right?

I squeeze Cassandra’s hand. “My girl is with me.” Nero makes a sound of dismissal. “And my wife is here. You’re not fucking cool.”

i love nero

“God, Butterfly, you’re a fucking freak.”

real

“See?” Nero pulls the zipper down a few inches, then slides it back up. “I told you he had nice body bags.”

LMAOOO I LOVED THEM TOGETHER

Gabriel narrows his eyes. “My mother furnished this house.” “Sorry, but I’m pretty sure your mother hates you.”