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“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered, trying to shake him off but he didn’t budge. “Like what?” “Like you didn’t take part in that whole shoving me in a pit bullshit right before the Nymph attack. Like we aren’t on two different sides of some fight I never asked to be in,”
“That’s where you’re going wrong, Roxy. You keep asking her to let you wear something else but Fae don’t ask permission to do what we want. Especially when we’re more powerful than the person saying no.”
“Congratulations, Roxy. Looks like we’ve got a date Wednesday night then.” I ignored the flutter in my chest as he called it a date because it absolutely didn’t take place. “Maybe I’ve already got plans Wednesday,” I said. “Yeah, you do. With me.”
“What if I’m having second thoughts?” he growled. “You're fickle,” I pointed out. “And confusing.” “I don't mean to be.”
“Ohh what beautiful poetry you weave for me, sweetheart. Gets me so hard.”
I guess you’re about to go back to radio silence so for what it’s worth… In Solaria blue means royal. And to me, blue means you.
She shifted right back into my way and her skin began to glow a glittery pale pink as her Order tried to push its way from her skin with her anger. She had pretty big balls for a low powered Pegasus, I’d give her that.
“I prefer my girls a little less blind drunk and a little more eagerly responsive,” he replied. “Besides, you wouldn’t forget it if I’d fucked you.”
I'm the sister who makes sensible decisions. I don't play games with the devil. And yet here I am tempting him with my own two hands.
“I’m suffering, Geraldine,” I admitted. “Though it’s through no fault of the cat. I can only blame Mr Jack Daniels and his friend of the Comforting Southern variety. I spent a little too much time in their company last night and I’m suffering the consequences.”
“I hope you meant the part about screwing me senseless.” Darius stood leaning against his doorframe at the end of the hall and I mentally shrugged off the altercation with Marguerite as I stalked towards him. I rolled my eyes at him. “In your dreams.” “Every night,”
“Fuck no,” I said once I could speak. “Mildred is welcome to him. I want a front row seat to their wedding so that I can laugh my ass off but that’s the only reason I’ll be attending.”
“I can’t...she drives me insane, you know that? She challenges me at every goddamn turn. No matter how thoroughly she’s beaten she still gets back up and looks me right in the eye again. Every. Damn. Time.
“Deal with your emotions.” I pointed the bottle at him. “Drowning them doesn’t make them go away.”
I had no real intention of going anywhere near Darius Acrux tonight. Probably. Maybe. Sixty three percent. Dammit.
She wasn’t just a girl though. Not to me. She was the one girl I shouldn’t want, the one I couldn’t have, the one I didn’t need. And yet I did. And everything in my life could be damaged so badly by that need that I’d fought it tooth and claw up until this point.
“You’re in trouble, Miss Vega,” he said into my ear. “You’re out after curfew.” “My teacher told me to,” I said breathily, relishing the game. “Do you always do what you’re told?” He brushed his fangs down my neck and my whole body convulsed. “No…are you going to punish me?”
“Wings,” he announced. “You’re gonna have wings. Darius reacts the same way when-” He didn’t finish that sentence.
I bet his name’s Brody or something just as lame. Fucking Brody.
you make me want to burn the whole world down so that I can claim you for my own.” “Then we should burn it down,”
