Bite Marks & Broken Hearts (The Killigrew Street Case Files, #1)

by T.J. Rose

Flynn Carter,

Both characters played by Noah Wylie.

Because Flynn’s eyes were the kind of blue that belonged in cathedral windows, sanctified and untouchable.

“I won’t let that happen.” His grip tightened, firm enough to ground me. “We have time. And I promise you, I will do everything in my power to save you.”

That's a pretty big promise.

Rory snickered, but Kit’s hand shot out, catching him across the back of the head with a solid thwack.

I like Kit. I am now picturing Rory as Casey Affleck in Ocean's Eleven.

“I was ordering Felix home.” As expected, Kit’s expression softened.

Aw. Their book is going to be sweet. 😍

I recognised that look—the careful way people stepped around sharp memories, like avoiding broken glass.

Threatening an innocent human, my human, was unforgivable. My human.

“You can have it,” he whispered, voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. “You can have as much as you want.”

Listen, I know he's hot but that's just a stupid thing to say.😂

“That strip of skin was tormenting me.”

“Why?” His eyes, dark and intent, locked onto mine. “Because I find you incredibly attractive, and your blood is the sweetest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my mouth.”

I thought of our late night chats, of the edge of devotion in his eyes when he promised to save me. I thought of his thumb against my chin, the heat in his eyes when he’d tasted my blood. What he’d said about my exposed skin, all the smiles he’d given me—the secret ones when no one was looking and the gentle ones that softened his whole face. “But you’ve been flirting with me.” His eyes narrowed. “I most certainly have not!”

“Really? What about ‘I find you incredibly attractive and your blood is the sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth?’” His lips pressed together. “That wasn’t flirting. Those were simply… observations.”

😂😂😂

“Can… I hug you?” The uncertainty in his voice caught me off guard—this powerful vampire, this dangerous man, asking permission to comfort me. As if I might shatter at his touch. I let out a watery laugh. “In a non-flirty way?” The joke fell flat, my voice breaking on the last word. Seb tutted. “In whatever way you need right now.”

“For what it’s worth, if things were different…” He pressed his mouth to my ear, and even though I’d just been sobbing my heart out, my cock hardened so fast it made me dizzy. Heat pooled low as his breath ghosted across my skin. “I’d carry you up those stairs, throw you on my bed, and give you exactly what you deserve.”

How could someone without a heartbeat make mine race quite so fast?

This book is SO cute and asking and delightful.

“Well, well, well.” Priya’s voice dripped with amusement. “Those tea leaves are never wrong.”

Oh, the ways I would worship him, if given the chance. I would take him apart with centuries of practiced patience, piece by precious piece, until he was consumed with pleasure.

The worst part wasn’t even the violence itself, but the terror he must have felt in those final moments.

That exactly what I always think. The fear would be the worst part.

How many other kisses had he given that had faded into time like this one would?

Remarkably thoughtful and perceptive

I attempted to pull my face into a neutral, impassive, I’m-not-having-a-breakdown-and-Seb-didn’t-spend-the-night-in-my-bed look.

So cute.

That night—just lying there with him in my arms, breathing in the faint scent of him, feeling his cool, solid weight—it had been more than enough. Just having someone there, someone who saw me, really saw me, made the lonely ache in my chest finally quiet down. It was more than I’d dared hope for back in Braymore Bay, crying on the beach and dreaming of a different life. If that’s all we could have, if that’s all he could give… I’d take it.

Flynn was gone. Taken. Taken from me. Mine. They’d taken what was mine.

Necromancers were a rare breed, and only the most powerful could animate corpses with such precision.

Hmmm...Isaac is alive but bitter.

“You asked what I wanted from you.” Flynn stilled, his heartbeat quickening. The sound called to me, whispering dark promises. “The truth is, I want everything.” The confession scraped raw in my throat. “Everything. And that terrifies me.” His fingers tightened in my ruined shirt. “And you’re not convenient.” I reached up, cupping both cheeks with trembling fingers. “God help me, Flynn, you’re the most inconvenient thing that’s happened to me in two decades. And I still can’t stay away.”

“Sebastián,” I breathed like a prayer. “This is what it feels like,” he murmured against my cheek, between kisses. “What?” “This is what it feels like to be alive.” My breath hitched as his hands gripped my hips, anchoring me. I pressed one hand against his chest, over the place where his beating heart once lay. “Then I’ve been dead until now too.”

I melted into him, my body fitting against his like we’d been carved from the same stone.

“Well, well.” Rory leaned around Kit’s shoulder with a grin. “Looks like someone’s been having a bloody good time.”

The curse of immortality wasn’t in watching the world change—it was in watching it remain achingly, beautifully the same.

“You’ve been in here catastrophizing this whole time, haven’t you?”

I love both this phrase and that he knows him this well.

“Does it taste nice?” I asked innocently, though I knew he’d understand what I wanted to hear.

“Like dirt compared to how you taste, sweet angel. You were absolute perfection.”

half hard and impossibly splendid.

Perhaps my favorite ever description of a penis! 😂🤣😂 Impossibly splendid! bwahaha!

“One warning. Katie thinks you’re a member of a dangerous gang, a stalker, completely obsessed with me, and you’ve locked me up in your hotel.” He shot me a look. “So… pretty much entirely correct then?”

Another visible breath escaped Flynn’s blue-tinged lips, and I found myself counting the seconds between each one.

You didn't think of like, an electric blanket or something? 😂

But as soon as the words left my mouth, the hyena shape dissolved into the mist.

I keep forgetting about this thing! and white and the possibility that Isaac is alive.