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“If you’re going to come for me…”
“Don’t fucking miss.”
He was awake. He hadn’t died because of me. He was awake.
“Jesus,” he said. “Creep much? I know you missed me, but you don’t have to watch me sleep like you’re Edward fucking Cullen.”
Talking shit the minute you wake up. Typical.
Anyone ever tell you you’re needy as hell? “Yeah. You.”
“The doctors said it was touch and go there for a bit, but you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Like, if it didn’t involve the risk of death, I’d recommend everyone try it because the clarity you get is unmatched.”
Yes, as long as you put that ring away. I never want to see the damn thing again. “Hey, this ‘damn thing’ cost a shit-ton of money.”
The only ones you’ll get from me. You want to talk more? Get a real therapist.
I left, my body buzzing with relief. He was okay, and we were okay.
“It’s a date.” Ayana paused. “That is, I mean—” “It’s a date.”
I liked messing with him, and I liked hearing him laugh even more.
She was mine, and I would die before I lost her.
“Vuk. This a ten-thousand-dollar dress.” “Yes.” When she continued to gape at me, my brows furrowed. “Too cheap?” “Too expensive.”
“No.” Ayana clutched the dress to her chest. “This is perfect. Don’t you dare take it from me.”
“If someone tries to rob you, shoot them,” I said. “But try to hit them and not an innocent bystander.”
Vuk: I’m on my way. Be there soon. Vuk: I can’t wait to see you. He followed up his text with an excited cat meme. I giggled and responded with a similarly excited minion meme.
Friendship wasn’t always about history; when two people clicked, they clicked. End of story.
I’d leaned into the sin of Envy for the night, choosing an emerald satin gown with a slit up the thigh and the most exquisite gold heels. The earrings matched beautifully.
Emmanuelle fucking Beaumont will NOT ruin you. I’ll die before I let that happen.
We’re going to get through this. Not I. We.
“If you go near Ayana or involve her in this in any way,” I said, my voice so cold and quiet the air steamed with small white puffs, “I will make you wish I’d blown your head off.”
She was my distraction, the only one I wanted.
You have more power than you think. Don’t let her intimidate you.
It was funny how talking about the hard things with Vuk always made me feel better afterward, not worse.
“You should come in,” I said. “For a nightcap.” “If I come in, I won’t leave, srce.” “I’m okay with that,” I said shyly.
“Are you calling me a distraction again?” A shadow passed over his face, but it disappeared before I could say anything. “The best kind.”
“I’m fine,” Ayana reassured me. “Don’t freak out.
“Do I regret it?” Of course Vuk understood what I was trying to say. He always did.
“This is the man who shot Jordan. The man who almost killed you. For that alone, he deserved worse than what he got.”
“In my world, justice comes in one form: retribution.” Vuk cupped my cheek, his touch unbearably gentle. “I told you I wasn’t a good person, srce. You should’ve believed me.”
No one harms the people I care about and walks away intact.”
Why did he have to be so crushingly honest when it meant we’d never be the same?
won’t hurt you. Ever,” Vuk said. “If you walk away right now and say you never want to see me again, I’ll respect your wishes. But I can’t pretend to be somebody I’m not. What’s done is done, and if someone came after you tomorrow, I’d deal with them the same way I dealt with the shooter.”
“Take as much time as you need,” he said. “I’ll be here.”
It doesn’t have to be this way. I could run back to Valhalla right now and throw myself into Vuk’s arms. I could look the other way if and when he did what he did, and we could live happily ever after.
the mental image of Hank cowering before Vuk gave me an immense sense of satisfaction.
It’d been twenty-two hours since she was last seen, and I wanted to burn the city to the ground until I found her.
God himself wouldn’t be able to stop me from taking my revenge.
Hold on, baby. I’m coming.
maybe Vuk should’ve smashed his mouth in instead. That way, he wouldn’t be able to spew his vile poison.
“Because we have you, and he’ll never jeopardize your life. Not even to save his own.”
“You’ll never beat him. He’s too smart.”
He was invincible. Mortal, yes, but the idea of anything or anyone taking him down was unfathomable. He was not going to die because of me. I refused to even entertain the possibility.
But I couldn’t stop the images from replaying in my head. They were interspersed with memories from the past few months—Ayana laughing, Ayana teasing me about bingo, Ayana lighting up when she explained the science of smell.
She was the brightest part of my world.
I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever. We’ll find her. Even if I had to raze the city to the ground, I’d find her, and she’d be okay. She had to be.
I was going to rip them apart with my bare hands. All of them.
She didn’t appear seriously hurt, but she was scared, and that was enough for me to want to kill every single person responsible.
