Killer Instinct (The Naturals, #2)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Michael caught me and let out a whoop. Dean sat down on the arm of the couch, and there I was, wedged in between them, feeling the heat from both of their bodies,

is this challengers

Agent Sterling’s voice was neutral—too neutral, and I wondered what daddy issues she had.

GIRL CHILLLLL

her super-erect posture,

classic

“She was also his wife.”

shitttt

Clearly, nepotism and shadiness are alive and well at FBI headquarters.”

I was realizing, bit by bit, that somewhere along the line, someone—or maybe multiple someones—had conditioned her to believe that different, her kind of different, was wrong.

There was a scar just under her collarbone. A brand, in the shape of the letter R.

stfuuuu

The same way that Michael had tilted my face up to his.

brutal

“Dibs on being Tweedledee,” Michael said blithely.

“Fine,” Dean capitulated. “We go in as a group. I’ll tell her you’re my friends.” “A clever ruse,” Michael commented.

“Touch her again,” Michael told Christopher conversationally, “and Dean will be the one trying to pull me off of you.”

“Such a sweet girl,” she told Dean. “Your father would approve.”

EEK

“You want me to tell you what you feel. I want you to know.”

“I don’t think our UNSUB is a copycat.” He paused, then forced out a clarification. “I think my father has a partner.”

oh tea

“That’s the difference between the two of us,” Michael told me. “I don’t just want you.” Now both of his hands were on my face. “I want to want you.”

The student has become the master.

They had to pry Dean away from me.