House of Korba (The Ghost Bird, #7)

by C.L. Stone

“Is this a thing where I go to someone’s house overnight and when I come back, there’s a new pink couch and a security system and laser beams?”

Silas: Send one of you smiling, my flaxen angel.

Silas: I love it. You’re so beautiful when you smile, my little night flower.

Silas: Pretty belly button. I remember that spot.

“Oh my god, what the fuck. She even sneezes cute?” Gabriel was looking at me over the top of the car when I lifted my head.

“Come on, Trouble. Let’s go before you start farting bunnies and rainbows or some shit.”

“Sang Baby, I’ll fight with Silas, or Hendricks, or goddamn terrorists any damn day if I get to hide in the bathroom and make out with you.”