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She screamed in my face—I screamed back. Oh, look, we’re harmonizing. Mozart would have loved this.
This girl is going to be one fucked up lady
“I’m nineteen—I don’t need a babysitter.” “Kid, I’m not a babysitter. I’m a full-time nanny, without any of the benefits of getting to kill people. My life is tragic.”
I was jealous. If I had a muzzle, then people wouldn’t expect me to talk to them. I wonder if he’ll let me borrow it.
“We’re fucked,” Achilles signed with long fluid hand motions.
I grimaced at his expression—cheerful people freaked me out. What do they have to feel good about these days? Genuinely. I want to know.
Also, I wanted to be the one to choke the light out of his eyes. I do? Mental note—physical exertion makes me homicidal. Avoid anything above a brisk walk.
“This place sucks,” I whispered. “I want to go home.” “Home is not a place,” Nyx said softly. “It’s a person.”
A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.
“Are you proposing?” Kharon asked Patro with a sinister laugh. “No offense, but you aren’t my type. I prefer my lovers a little more bloodthirsty.”
Whoever he’s obsessed with should immediately kill themself.
