Mikel was also in boxers, and she felt like she had to avert her attention from him completely, her cheeks pinking when their eyes caught for a moment.
As soon as he turned to glare at her again, she reached up and bopped him on the nose and then quickly grabbed one of the drink trays that was ready to go, hurrying away.
No footage of people discussing Crowe or the shooting had aired, and Isobel had heard a few people gossiping about receiving emails from officials to stop spreading misinformation about the event, with vague threats of punishment.
The last four French presidents were chosen by us, just so that we could influence their foreign policies and conservation laws while we developed the new Ironside. We could start a fucking war just for the sake of it.
Orion will take 90 per cent of your earnings for the entire fifteen-year term. The remaining 10 per cent will be split between the members of the group.”
Niko seemed to register the food in front of him and somehow stuffed it into his mouth in three bites, inhaling it the way he used to eat food. It made Isobel want to cry, and several eyes flicked to her face.
but instead, he had to stand there and think about Gabriel rearranging his clothes by colour and style until his swelling erection died a slow death by organised boredom.
Trust the Sigma to deal with the upheaval of their plans and their future with a frantic, angry, rebellious dance. He loved that about her. Liked. He liked that about her. What the fuck?
Elijah: If you want to be my girlfriend, there are better ways of asking. Theodore: Who, me? Elijah: I violently resent the pep in your step this morning.
Isobel grinned, tapping away at her phone faster. Isobel: I’m hurt. Isobel: The bond stone is probably pure blood red right now. Kalen (admin): Can confirm. It is.
and what frightened her the most was that she felt nothing from Theodore and Moses. She couldn’t even sense a drop of the absolute rage that vibrated through their bodies or flashed in their eyes.
“I could see you flirting,” she hedged. “Maybe with a scientific manual of some kind? I could see you stroking its spine by the fireplace, fingering its pages.”
“Don’t tell her anything,” a voice whispered, making Isobel’s eyes widen, her head turning slowly to the side, fear and dread swamping her. It was suddenly hard for her to breathe. Charlie. Charlie?
Isobel wasn’t in the music room anymore, cuddled into Elijah’s lap, his strong hand cupping her skull. She was … in a car … and it was hurtling toward the edge of a cliff.