Fierce Obsessions (The Phoenix Pack, #6)

by Suzanne Wright

“Because you’re trouble. You might look harmless enough, but I know crazy when I see it.” He tapped her nose. “You, little raven, are far from sane.” She smiled. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Riley’s mouth dropped open. Her raven too was stunned. “You’ve been playing me. That’s brilliantly devious.” Riley actually admired and respected the cunningness of it. Her raven did a metaphorical bow.

“You were more interested in the cake,” said Jaime. Roni frowned at Jaime. “I’m mated to Marcus. If you don’t get to the cake fast, you don’t get cake.” Marcus smiled, eyes dancing with amusement.

“You all look like extras from Dawn of the Dead.”

“I don’t like what I don’t understand,

and I just don’t get the human race. They do the weirdest fucking stuff. Dress their pets in little outfits. Lie that they walked on the moon. Vote for Donald Trump. None of that makes sense to me.”

Cheeks flushed, Cynthia looked at Riley. “Are you going to let him dictate what you do?” “He’s not dictating what I do,” said Riley. “He’s dictating what you do.”

“Are you calling me a whore?” Riley snorted. “No one’s ever going to pay you.

“Of course you are,” she said drily. “You’re a boy. Boys are delusional.”

Taryn looked at Greta, stunned. “Either you really do mean well in a twisted way, or you’re just somehow able to justify to yourself anything that you do.” Greta smirked. “I guess you’ll never know which it is.”

Riley snorted. “At least I’m not the mascot for California’s Psychotic Bitch Department.”