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“Briana Matthews cannot be the only voice that speaks against you.” Nick’s face turns derisive. A bright fury, rising beneath his skin. “Not when she bears our burdens for us and goes so unprotected. Not when you erase her humanity to guard your own power and protect your own whiteness.”
Period, Nick!!! You better stand up for your woman.
“Humans, on the other hand, are nosy about all the wrong shit and ask all the wrong questions. Human beings deny other human beings’ humanity and call that power.”
He scratches at his chin, eyes narrowed. “Well, no. But it’s an amplifier. What’s the worst it can do to you?” He waggles his fingers. “Ooooh, spooky. You see ghosts. Now, you see more ghosts.”
😂
Sel prowls toward me. “Briana is mine. My Scion. My sovereign. My king,” Selwyn utters, lip curling.
Whewww
Nick studies me for a moment before answering, eyes unreadable. “We’ve kissed enough that I know how you like to be kissed. We’ve touched enough that I know how you want to be touched. Which is how I know we shouldn’t keep talking about kissing… and touching.”
Omg
“You are.” Wonder fills his expression. “Look at you. Incredible. You’re a gorgeous, powerful, violent little enigma who would stab me in front of all these people just to make a point.”
“The day we met, I saw you walking on the quad. Before I called your name, I watched you, just for a few minutes. You were so focused. Already on a mission. And I thought you were indescribably beautiful. Obviously. But it was more
than that. I wanted to… experience you up close. Know your mind, watch your defiance, hear your sharp tongue. When we finally spoke, it felt like dancing, even though we were standing still. Push and pull. The first time we kissed—actually, every time we kissed there was an ache, a burn, a…”
“Kissing you is like touching the sky, like touching the horizon.
Zoe’s arm slides around my shoulders first. I feel her soft curls drop against my shoulder, her heavy sigh against my cheek. Mariah’s arm loops around my waist from the other side, her own sigh quiet and long. They don’t speak, because they don’t have to.
I love this unexpected sisterhood
When he leans closer to the source of the scratching sound, I decide the ratio of his broad shoulders to the “V” taper of his waist above his sweatpants should be some sort of illegal proportion. Banned math. Criminal musculature.
“I’m drowning in you, Bree. I shouldn’t want to. I should fight it. But I can’t.” My eyes flutter closed, then open. I inhale a ragged breath. Exhale an answer. “So drown.”
“If we weren’t pretending, I would want all of you, Bree Matthews.” His voice rumbles low enough to carry through my body, from the tips of my ears, across my hips, down to my toes. When he shifts against me, I gasp. “I want you whole.” His next kiss is a promise that leaves me trembling. “I want you entire.”
“I could lose my entire soul… and still never forget you.”
When I finally whisper, “And if I want to burn it all to the ground?” His answer is a quick grin against my lips. “My blade is yours.”
shoulder. “These flowers take faith, Bree. Even when we can’t see their progress, even when we forget they’re growing, they bloom. And they are worth the wait.”
“Hello, Nicholas,” Sel purrs without looking away. “Thanks for the light. I do want to get a good look at her.”
