The Elysean Illusion (The Holy Bloodlines, #3)

by D.N. Hoxa

Was it weird to a hellhound when people made out? If it was, she’d have to close all her eyes because I wasn’t about to stop kissing this guy until I passed out.

Have you ever lost your purpose, Snowflake? Or did you always know exactly where you stand and exactly where you want to go?”

“Nothing stops you, Snowflake. Do you have any idea how rare that it is?” I closed my eyes, soaking up the warmth of his lips on mine. I had no idea how rare that was, but to me, it had never seemed that way—I’d simply had no choice. Giving up was not an option, and yeah, my life had been pretty shitty, but I had no choice other than to keep going because what else was there to do?

“Or maybe you were just uncomfortable with where you were, and you needed change, and you didn’t know it,” Shade said. “People have no idea how unaware of their own lives they are most of the time. They don’t live—they just let life happen to them.”