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“You—you’re a vampire.”
Arthie didn’t forget anything.
“One gets a taste for blood when you have to lick your own wounds, you see.”
Not a syringe or blood vial in sight, though he had watched Arthie putting both down that very hole mere moments ago.
“But—how?” he protested. “The vampires outside the city!” “We’re holding your life in our hands, and you’re worried about someone taking a sip out of you?” Jin asked.
He simply nodded, wondering how much longer Spindrift could be defined as home.
There was a breeze coming in from the window she had closed hours ago, and a figure was silhouetted on the sill.
a tempest of tea
No, it was stolen by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
She was a woman in a man’s world,
This was Jin; lethal smiles, artful hands, and one criminal voice.
Her mother ruled the EJC the way the Ram ruled Ettenia.
“Jin has—and how can I put this nicely—fingers that are slightly more adhesive than most,”
People were always hungry, and hungry dogs were never loyal.
only Flick, picking up the paper bag with a streusel Jin had left behind for her.
Jin had to stop himself from leaning in and burying his nose in her hair.
Jin hadn’t even realized he was staring. Get yourself together, man. And why was he having a hard time finding what to say when he usually had no trouble stringing together exactly what a woman wanted to hear?
Matteo had lied.
“Fear stops life, not death,”
She never thought anyone would do anything for her. But Jin had nearly died for her.
Jin, who had nearly died to save her. Jin, who believed in her when no one else did.
For the amount of exposed male skin Flick had seen this past week, one would have thought she’d gotten married.
“Now that’s no way to treat a lady.”
“Did he hurt you?” Flick didn’t know how to respond to the pure fury in his eyes. “Did he touch you?” Jin asked again.
“Touch her, and you will all die. Have I made myself clear?” No one breathed.
She had always believed there was something beautiful in the way a fire could start from nothing and rise into a beast. It told her that anything was possible. It told her that no matter how dark the world might be, all it needed was a spark.
“Are you hurt?” Her hand slipped at the gentle words.
He had done more than save her life. He’d made her a part of something. For the first time, she felt truly appreciated. Recognized. Needed.
His smile was the edge of a knife, and she was ready to bleed.
He started to protest before he caught sight of her teasing smirk and laughed, rich and warm, and she latched on to the sound as if it were the sequence to a vault.
There was a chance he might die, but there was also the utmost certainty that he would do so in style.
She looked at the stars as if they were home, and he wished, impossibly, that he could take her to them.
Because Arthie never revealed a secret unless she had a bigger one waiting right behind it.
And he was so busy seething that he didn’t notice Arthie striding past the gates with his now-missing gun.
It took everything in him not to pull her into his arms.
But one secret had slowly become another, each tangling with the last, and when he looked at her now she realized that somewhere along the way she had pushed him away herself.
Just when she thought the government couldn’t get any worse, the Ram had found a way.
Arthie’s panic became his, and then everyone else’s as urgency swept Spindrift’s wooden walls.
Why was she struggling? She didn’t fear fire the way he did.
This was the one he had made himself, with the family he had chosen for himself.
Jin went from imagining Flick guiding him out of the fire to feeling her hands on his arms, helping him to his feet.
In this game between her and the Ram, she had lost.
“Let me bleed for you.”
“Why save the world when you can have tea?”
“Let me show you how it’s done, love.”
He tasted hope in her kiss. Possibility. Jin felt good about tonight, and not only because he was finally kissing Felicity Linden.
She always did think her mother had remarkable eyes.
