Between Floors (The City Between, #3)

by W.R. Gingell

I mean, JinYeong is an annoying little git, but he’s our annoying little git, and no one should be allowed to bother him except us.

If it only depends on your point of view, what’s actually the truth?

Zero didn’t even bother to brace himself for my weight, but he looked over his shoulder at me, perplexed. “What are you doing?” “I’m hugging you,” I said, with my arms clutched around his neck. “Didn’t your parents ever hug you? Thought one of ’em was human?” “Stop it.”

“You’re too flamin’ pretty,” I said. My voice sounded choked. “Don’t know why someone doesn’t punch you in the face.”

if it involved any more spit, vampire or fae, I was gunna punch someone. Not Zero or JinYeong, but someone.

“Don’t wriggle,” growled Zero, a huge rumble of sound that reverberated through my ribs. “There’s no room for me,” I muttered. “Why are you so flamin’ big?” “I asked you if you wanted to sleep on the bed—” “Pets aren’t allowed on the bed. And mine’s not big enough for you.” Zero sounded exasperated. “Then don’t complain.” “Yeah, but you’re so flamin’ big! I can’t even scratch my leg without falling off the couch.” “Don’t scratch your leg.” “Yeah, but now that I’m not allowed to scratch it I need to scratch it more.” “Pet.” “You got a spell for itchy legs?” “Go to sleep, Pet.” “I can’t sleep sitting up.” “You’re not sitting up, you’re leaning on me.”

the words making English shapes with Between edges.