Wildfire (Hidden Legacy, #3)
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He viewed this as the beginning of our end, but he came anyway. He was also a complete idiot if he thought I’d let him get away. He was mine. My Connor.
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Magic slid over the back of my neck, like molten honey, sizzling pleasure on my skin. I gasped into his mouth. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not letting you go.” “I’m glad we cleared that up.” “Do you understand me, Nevada? I’m not walking away. I thought I could, but I can’t and I don’t want to.” I brushed his cheek with my fingertips. “What makes you think I would let you go?”
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“I had the air-conditioning fixed in the basement,” he said. “Is there a nice chain waiting for me?” “No,” he said. “But I do have some handcuffs.” “No,” I told him. “Okay, maybe. Who’ll be wearing the handcuffs?” He grinned.
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He pulled at me like a magnet. It wasn’t the spectacular sex and it wasn’t his looks, although both helped. It was the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching him. Like I was the center of his universe. When he looked at me like that, I would do anything for him.
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Even at his worst, Cornelius always had a certain style. He was trim, neat, and calm. You’d never guess that the same man sang a horde of rats into devouring a living human being.
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“Call her out,” Arabella said. “Tell her Rogan is yours!” Grandma Frida pumped her fist. “Don’t let her take your man!” Leon declared. We all looked at him. “I was feeling left out,” he said.
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“You’re everything to me,” he said into my ear. I wanted to tell him that he was everything to me, that I wouldn’t let the darkness have him, that he never had to worry that I would give up and walk away. But the echoes of our shared pleasure stole the words, and so I said it the best I could. “I love you.”
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This is what it would be like, I realized. We could come home to each other every night. It didn’t have to be all blood and gore and fancy dinners. It could also be this, and this felt so good.
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“I’ll do it quiet and clean, and nobody will ever know.” Leon smiled. “I’m going to be a dark horse, House Baylor’s secret. I’ll be the best assassin. A legend. They’ll never see me coming.”
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My father carried the truthseeker gene from his mother, the siren talent from his father, and, apparently, the Beast of Cologne abilities from the surrogate. I don’t know how it’s possible, since talents are supposed to be genetic, and none of Misha’s genetic material would’ve made it into his DNA, but here it is. We are his daughters. We all carry his legacy.”
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“But why, Rogan? What is it about her? Is it because she’s violent like you?” “I was asleep,” he said. “And she woke me up.”
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“No other woman is going to call you Connor,” I breathed. “Only me.” Connor grinned, a scary baring of teeth. “You’re my Connor. I’m not sharing.” “Deal. I love you. You are all I want out of this life. Marry me, Nevada.” I kissed his lips, then his jaw, and whispered in his ear. “Yes.”