Son of the Cursed Bear (Sons of Beasts, #1)

by T.S. Joyce

“If you cry, know that I’ll want to kill Darren, revive him, and then kill him again. And then repeat that process like…eight times. Suck it back in your eyeballs!” “It’s a tear,” she said. “It doesn’t suck back up.” A single drop of water fell to her cheek. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He closed the distance and patted his hands in the air around her face helplessly. Go back in! “What do I do?” “Probably hug me, and I’ll feel better.” In a rush, he crushed her to his chest and froze. “Now what?” he whispered. “Now nothing,” she said in that sweet voice. “Just stay here like this while I tell you my thoughts. And maybe if I get all emotional again, just…pat my back.” In quick succession, he patted her back in hopes of deterring the girl-emotions from rearing their terrifying heads. “Too rough, and I feel like you’re burping a baby. Maybe rub my back. Gently.” When he did, she told him, “Good job.” When Nox growled, she corrected herself and said, “Mediocre job.” Much better. “I told Darren I didn’t want the match, and he said horrible things.” “Oh. That’s good. How would you like me to kill him?” “Nox! You can’t just kill everyone.” False.