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“I’m an honest to the stars asshole. Do you want to keep playing with me, Tory?”
“Stop power fucking her and start working on what Pyro wants,” Caleb called, and I flinched, yanking my magic back again as I looked around at him and Darcy. “Are you afraid I’m going to steal her attention from you, Cal?” Darius asked Caleb with the hint of a smile playing around his lips. “Not likely,” Caleb replied dismissively but his eyes narrowed.
Lance: Blue means you like me.
“You wanna lose two hundred and fifty House Points for disrespecting a teacher while breaking curfew?” he asked. “You wanna tell me if that’s a dagger in your pocket or if you’re just excited to see me?” I taunted.
“My abuela knitted that hat for me before she died,” Diego growled. “Well lucky you, my parents died before they got around to making me a hat,” I snipped back.
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Lance: Fine. Seeing another guy's hands on you makes me want to rip out their eyes so they never get to look at you again.
“I have a perfectly good bed downstairs,” I replied, shaking my head just a little. “Why would you want me to stay?” Darius frowned like he wasn’t sure what to say to that, but he inched a little closer all the same. “Because it feels right,” he breathed.
“-would fucking break me. So don’t you dare give in to them. I’ll follow you into the shadows if I have to and drag you away from them kicking and screaming. Because they can’t have you. They fucking can’t.”
“You smell like her,” I murmured. “Then make me smell like you,”
“I just want someone to make my heart beat faster,” she said in a low voice that had me drawing closer to her as I looked into her dark eyes. “To challenge me and make me laugh and push back against my bullshit. I want to be forced out of my comfort zone and I want to feel excited, exhilarated, afraid. But not just because you’re an asshole. Because I want to feel alive.”
“Because that’s what I do,” he said slowly. “I watch you and hunger for you and ache for you. It torments me like I torment you.”
“I’d find it easier to carve my eyes out than I would to stop them landing on you.”

