More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Scared of little old Peanut?” “I am confident enough in my badassery to fully acknowledge that having a ghost hanging around gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Want something to drink?” He turned to the fridge. “I think there might be a Coke in here, since you refuse to drink water.” “Water is for people concerned about their health, and I’m not about that kind of life.”
“And thank you for the food. You’re a keeper.” “Good. I want to be kept.”
“You’re weird, Trin, but I don’t think you’re that weird.” “I feel like I should be offended by that statement.”
“So unoriginal. I’m experiencing secondhand embarrassment on your behalf.
Zayne ignored that. “You’re not where I left you.” I glanced around the empty rooftop. “I’m not.” “What part of ‘stay where you are’ wasn’t clear?” “The part where you thought I’d actually listen to you?” I suggested.
Better yet, why was he still holding her like they were long-lost best friends who didn’t care that one of them was super sweaty?
Roth spotted me and grinned. “Hey there, Angel Face, you look like you’re praying. I hope I’m interrupting.”
“So, what’s up with the tie?” I asked, and Zayne stared down at it like he’d forgotten he’d been holding it. “Now that is a question I was dying to ask,” Roth commented. “BDSM, Stony? I am shooketh.”
“You cannot allow yourself to become distracted. Everything in this room, especially the uninvited third wheel, needs to fade away.” “Hey,” Roth scuffed. “That’s offensive.” “This is my I-don’t-care face,”
“I think I know how to concentrate, Zayne.” “And I think I’ve been around you enough to know that you have the concentration level of a puppy on its first car ride.”
“Question?” Roth’s voice broke the silence, and holy crap, I’d forgotten he was there. Zayne had, too, based on the way his muscles tensed against me. When Roth spoke again, amusement practically dripped from each word. “And I’m asking for a friend. Exactly what kind of training are you guys doing right now?”
Besides, I have another question.” “I wish you could see my surprised face.”
He will be missed. And then his name will become the next person we’ve lost. Then the third and the fourth, and we’ll have to stop mourning him to allow room for someone else, because after a while, you don’t have enough room. You just can’t.”
you get used to the death. Too used to it. No need for the seven stages. You go right from shock to acceptance.”
“I’m hugging you,” I told him, voice muffled against his chest. “Just in case you have no idea what I’m doing.” “I figured it was that.” His voice sounded like it had when he’d first woken up. “Or you were pretending to be a seal.”
“You guys are as awkward as getting caught picking your nose. You should work on that.”
“You should see your face.” “I don’t need to see it to know it has WTF written all over it,”
“I’m fairly observant. Did you know that? I notice things.” “That’s what observant means.”
“Why do you assume God is a he?” He laughed. “God’s actually a being beyond a biological sex, but calling God ‘it’ just seems offensive.”
‘if I think I can, I will.’”
“You make this so hard,” I muttered. “Make what so hard?” Irritated and charmed, and annoyed because I was charmed, I glared at him. “Not liking you,” I admitted. Zayne’s lips tipped up and a wide, beautiful smile appeared, stealing my breath again. My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. “I don’t know why you’re smiling.” “Maybe because...” He rose, extending his hand toward me. “Maybe because I’m not trying to make it easy, Trin.”
“But if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it must be a duck.”
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop.” Zayne’s voice sounded like it was full of gravel. “Back off, then.” He didn’t back off.
“Behave.” The corners of my lips tugged up. “I’m trying to.” “You’re not trying hard enough.”
“I mean, if it’s not of human or demon creation, then what does that leave? Aliens?” Zayne’s brows lifted. “Aliens are the next reasonable conclusion.” “Do you know of a race or species I’m not aware of but everyone else is?” I asked. “Yes, everyone knows there’s a whole other species out there and only you don’t know.”
“You awake?” Zayne asked. “Yeah,” I answered. “You?” The moment the word you came out of my mouth, I wondered if there were periods of time where my brain just did not function correctly.
Then I heard the next breath Zayne took. It was heavy and full. “You’re under my skin and in my blood. I can’t get you out.”
I caught myself before I high-fived the floor with my face.
“He wants to check out the school with us on Saturday.” “Cool,” I murmured. “He’s like the opposite of a good-luck charm, so why not?”
I looked over at him. “Now that was supposed to be funny.” “Was it?” “How mad will you get if I just drop-kick you into one of those trucks?” “Pretty mad, to be honest.” “Okay.” I nodded. “Just going to weigh my odds over here to see if it’s worth making you madder than you already are.”
“I’m not going to pass out if I sit up.” “A part of me wishes you would, because then you’d at least—” “If you say be quiet, I will show you exactly how okay I am,” I warned.
“Do I even want to know why it looks like the junk food aisle of a convenience store threw up inside the fridge and every cabinet?”
I do love him with every part of my being and then some, but he...he just doesn’t people well.”
“And you were limping.” “Was not!” “You were,” he argued. “A little. I saw you.” “You were totally limping,” Layla shouted from the hole. “No one asked you,” I yelled back.
“Something I thought about when I was getting this stuff,” Zayne said, and I liked being this close when he talked. I could feel his words. “I hope to God Peanut wasn’t hanging around.” I laughed, almost choking on my cookie. “If he was, I wasn’t aware.” “That’s not the confirmation I was looking for.”
“Do you think it’s possible to get them removed?” “My eyes?” “The cataracts.” He sighed.
“You just said that you missed the stars from your bedroom back home, and I wanted... I wanted to give you stars that you could see every night.”
“I... I don’t know how you even fall in love, so I don’t know how to fall out of it.”
“You guys coming?” Cayman called out. “Because it’s kind of weird in here. Like, I don’t think I’m alone kind of weird.”
“What an entrance,” Roth murmured. “Wonder what he’s compensating for.”
“Call me crazy, but I doubt God is okay with Gabriel attempting to give Heaven an STD,”
