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Someone had obviously dug it out of the trash can. It was possible that one of the people who came last night caught a glimpse of it, thought she’d dropped it in there by mistake, and so fished it back out.
this is such a dumb conclusion I almost DNF'd
“Tell me, how would you feel if I just breezed into your home without an invitation?” Leaning against the doorjamb, he lifted his brows slightly. “Well, it’s you, so I can’t say it would bother me.”
Just tell me.” So Bree did, and Elle almost freaking exploded.
ok this is just getting annoying lol the suspense is high enough! Just tell us what happened!
“Have you no ethics at all?” “I have some. They sleep a lot.”
“They are happy.” “They are dysfunctional.” “And yet happy. That is good, no?” “When she does weird stuff like knock him out with chloroform occasionally because she thinks he breathes too loud, no.”
“All right, we’ll go with the flow and see what happens. But quick warning: if you ever again creep out of my bedroom in the middle of the night like I’m just some girl you met in a bar, you’ll be doing it with broken kneecaps and at least one dislocated femur. That understood?”
“Don’t make this about you, Alex. Be mad if you want but go be mad somewhere else if you’re not going to actually help me work out what in God’s name is happening here.”
Preach
“Okay, we need to make it clear right now how you should act when you feel like dishing out orders to me. Step one: Hesitate before you decide to throw your metaphorical dick around. Step two: Hesitate again, reminding yourself just how useless it would be to exert authority over me. Step three: repeat the first two steps at least once. If all else fails, go play Russian Roulette with a fully loaded pistol, because it’ll save me the trouble of shooting you in the face.”
“Oh, I’m all over that plan. Did I tell you I’ve seen actual proof that Damian is the Antichrist?” Bree blinked. “Huh?” “He has ‘666’ just behind his ear. It was well-hidden, but I found it.” “Found it, or scrawled it on his skin with a sharpie while he was sleeping?” “Does it really matter?”
“No, but it’s important to me that my being here, taking up your space, doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable.” “It doesn’t. I’m sort of partial to you. Sometimes. Depending on my mood. And whether you’re naked.” Her mouth curved. “My heart can’t take these loving declarations of yours.”
“Are we being bombed?” “No,” said Alex, a vein of humor in his voice. “Someone’s at the door.”
“I’ll bet you’re promising yourself that you’ll never drink again, aren’t you?” Bracing her elbow on the table, Bree rested her chin on her hand. “I try not to lie to myself.”
“Do not worry, though. Aleksandr will protect you. Ivanovs take care of their own.” Sighing, James lifted his glass of wine. “Alex is a Devereaux, as you well know.” But Sergei ignored him.
“Aleksandr is fierce even for one of our kind. He makes us all proud. It is not easy for boy to grow without father to guide him, but Aleksandr turned out well.” James’s jaw hardened. “He has a father, and that father is sitting right here.” Isaak glanced at the floor. “Did you hear that? Sounded like squeaking.”
He could see that she wanted to say something equally profound. He also knew she was too choked up with emotion to do it. She lightly grazed his jaw with her nails. “If we’re ever on a malfunctioning airplane, I’ll totally help you put on your oxygen mask and life jacket before I put on my own.”
“Have you told Vinnie?” Isaak frowned. “Why would we tell dumb cat?” “Watch it,” Alex bit out. “Bree is a cat.” Isaak lifted a finger. “But not dumb. She mated wolverine. That shows intelligence.”
“He has no idea where you are.” “He’ll find me.” Dale cocked his head. “You truly believe he will come for you, don’t you?” “I know he will. My guess? He’s already here.”
Dale gave her a pitying look. “He doesn’t even know where you are.” A loud cry came from somewhere outside the warehouse, followed quickly by a bone-chilling growl. Bree smiled.
Putting his mouth to her ear, he whispered something else in Russian. It gave her the chills in the best way. “What did that mean?” she asked. “You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life trapping under the covers while I fart.”
removing a star for the random ending fart joke
