Storm and Fury (The Harbinger, #1)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I flipped him the middle finger, sure he could see it with his Warden eyes, and then I spun around, prepared to flounce from his sight— “Trinity Lynn Marrow!” Misha called out. “I swear to Jesus, girl, when I get my hands on you...” Drawing up short, I closed my eyes. “I’ll admit I didn’t expect to find out that soon.” Wry humor dripped from Zayne tone. “I don’t know you,” I said, turning back

“By the way, there’s a ghost sitting on your dresser,” I told him, and smiled evilly when I saw the blood drain from his face. “He’s name is Peanut, and he’s taken quite a liking to you. Have fun with that!”

I...I wanted him.

“I know what you want,” he said, squeezing me against his side. “You want to be wanted, and there’s nothing wrong with that, Trin. Not at all.”

Zayne stepped closer. “But this is definitely a marked improvement over staring at the statues and trees.” There was tiny flutter in the center of my chest that I ignored. “That’s not saying much.” “I’m going to have to disagree.” That grin kicked up another notch. “That’s saying a lot.”

“And you...you look like a goddess, Trinity. Beautiful.” I felt my breath catch in my throat as my gaze shot to

Not that I really wanted to.

“Maybe I’ll get myself a seeing-eye gargoyle.” Zayne chuckled. “I can be that for you.” “Uh, yeah, I feel like you’d grow very bored of that.” “I don’t think so.” His fingers curled around my chin, bringing my gaze back to his. Air hitched in my throat. “I don’t think...there’s ever a boring second around you.”

Zayne kissed me.

Zayne had stayed with me all night, and not only that, he’d kissed me this morning—kissed me so sweetly that just thinking about it now caused my chest to feel like there was a balloon inflated there. And then he made me breakfast—waffles

I clutched my knees. “What do you mean?” Zayne shook his head. “I thought... I thought I did. Hell. For the last seven months, I thought I would only ever really want one person. Like really want to be with her, and that was how I felt until you laid my ass out in the training room. I wanted you then. Right there, on the damn mats. You have no idea how much restraint I had to use to not...” His hand curled in his lap, his knuckles bleaching white. “I don’t even think I ever wanted her like that. It was like a damn punch to the gut.”