Kindle Notes & Highlights
Lenny turns like he’s going to bolt, but Colt doesn’t let him. He tackles Lenny to the ground and, while Lenny’s face is pressed into the dirt, Colt leans over him and says something into his ear.
Please tell me we find out what he says to him lmao omgggg
They have the look of someone who is about to put their family pet to sleep, so when Colt kneels down and brings his hand forward, revealing a needled syringe, my eyes go big.
DID HE INJECT HER WITH ODNA?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! PDNA?!?!?!?!? Was this simply an injectable medicine they happened to pack?!?
WTF IS IN THAT SYRINGE ?!?!?
“I doubt this will work. Everyone knows me, especially women. They’ll spot me a mile away even if I’m invisible.”
You know you were out here when women can spot you even if you're invisible!
Just imagine...
"I know he's over here! I can't see him, but it just SMELLS like the nigga that did me wrong over here! I can FEEL the bullshit aura of his. The lingering scent of lies..ect."
...that, or he just had a thing for crazy bitches...but Ash wasn't crazy; she was actually really kind if anything.
So yeah, he was just a down-bad hoe! Lmao!
I wish New York City had more people sensitive to the HOPE movement for us to turn to, but it doesn’t. Of all the states, Tank tells me it has the least, which makes me wonder why my father chose to meet us here and not somewhere else.
I hate the unknown. I would rather face a twenty-foot monster than a mouse concealed by darkness.
Why are those Junks not eating? I need them away from the opening. My brain works several scenarios, but it’s my nose that solves the problem first. The smell. I look around at the spilled contents of the leftover stinky sap. The Junks can
There’s a figure swaying in the darkness, almost weightless as if a body hanging from the gallows. A low hissing sound follows. I think it may be a Serpen, a human with snake DNA.
mostly normal-looking with long, dark hair and pale skin, but her eyes are all-black. No whites to be seen. I think she’s a Rhine, or possibly a Trix.
The Serpen’s lifeless-looking body moves away from the darkness and toward me, but it stops at the shadow’s edge, hissing. Any closer and the poison from its mouth will render me useless if it spits.
“Life should be about making connections with others, learning to love them to the point where you would sacrifice your own desires for even a moment to make that person happy.”
“But what was it?” Jenna asks. “And are there a lot of them?” “Three at least that I’ve seen. As far as I can tell they are genetically mutated Junks, which doesn’t make sense because where would Junks get new pDNA injections?”
He shakes his head. “I couldn’t risk it. I’m the only scientist left in the HOPE movement who has any chance of finding a cure to the Kiss or at least a way to prolong the lives of Primes without using oDNA. We must fix the human race. This is the priority.”
“You don’t understand. If the trials fail then I’ll have no backup serum, and, as you already know, it’s very difficult to come by.” “I’ll get you more,” Tank offers. “Save bat boy.”
LMFAO not "bat boy" omggg !!!
They are Dresdens, incredibly strong and skilled in combat.
“How am I going to keep from driving my fist into your face?” Jenna asks.
RIGHT!!! Fuck off !!
He turns his head and looks me directly in the eyes, something he doesn’t do very often. “What is it?” He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but that’s impossible. I’ve never heard him speak before.
I don’t see Tank.
For some reason, Anthony lags behind. Every now and then I glance behind me to make sure he’s still there.
Sketchy af...
think Max recognizes that I’m struggling. He’s not even walking by me right now. He’s several feet ahead, his small body navigating the rough trail with ease. Something’s different about him.
“Give me Max,” he says.
Why tf is his go-to always opting to take or carry Max?!?! Wtf dude!!!
“It was my idea to find twins. Two is always better than one.”
“There hasn’t been a documented case of twins in over a century.”
They’re not just taking Originals for the marrow in their bones, they’re mating them too.
Peccarian. They aren’t the best fighters of the Primes but their thick skulls and leather-like skin make them difficult to take down.
his weakness comes to my mind.
just under his jaw, where the meat is soft and tender, and doesn’t stop until it reaches the top of his skull.
I’m about to run when someone yells my name—a sweet, child’s voice, almost angelic. I freeze and turn around slowly. Max.
The Canine has Max by the throat with one hand, and with his other he takes Max’s arm and bites it hard. The consequences of what just happened pains me more than anything else.
Jenna opens her mouth to scream. “No!” I yell, finding enough oxygen for the short word. If she does that it will render everyone within a twenty-yard radius useless, and if Tank and the others somehow lose the battle, Max and I will easily be dragged off. I can’t give up that control.
“What you did to me, taking away my agency, wasn’t cool, but I get why you did it. So I hope you can one day understand what I did in return.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” His jaw flexes.
“Wait a second, Max.” I take three steps to him and lightly take hold of his chin, tilting it up toward me. His blue eyes look directly into mine. There is no avoidance, no shifting, no awkwardness. “What happened to you?” He shrugs and turns back around. I stare after him as he disappears behind a closed door. Should I worry? Maybe this is only temporary, moments of clarity brought on by the stress of our situation.
He pauses again. “I have to tell you something I overheard. I debated on whether or not you should know, but if it were me, I’d want to know. When I was coming to, I heard your father say to one of the other scientists that he gave Max some kind of injection. He said he was trying to make him better. This made me mad so when he came near me, I decked him hard.” My father injected Max? Acid churns in my stomach.
