More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
She wondered if this was some new species of fuckboy, an evolved version that was more effective at luring women into its trap before showing its true nature. If that was the case, it was working.
Apparently, oh-sure-I’ll-do-that Ledi had been incinerated by the flames of her frustration and I-wish-a-motherfucker-would Ledi had risen from the ashes.
She glanced around the limo, then quickly tapped the flames icon on the digital menu. For a moment there was silence and she was sure she’d activated the self-destruct sequence, but then a panel at the opposite end of the car slid up and a fireplace roared to life. Who needs a fireplace in a car?
“The Jaramis are known for their stubbornness, sire,” Likotsi reminded him. “Mercy is not in her DNA.” Thabiso hoped that Ledi had taken after her father’s side of the family.