An Echo in the Sorrow (Soulbound, #6)

by Hailey Turner

“Can I throw rocks at them?” Wade asked, peering through the blinds at the mob of press waiting on the sidewalk below the flat. “No,” Jono said. “What about flowerpots?”

“What if I singe them? Just a little bit?” “And have that be a breaking news story? No, Wade. You are not allowed to singe the press.” Wade stepped away from the window, grumbling under his breath. “Fine.”

“Are you heading back to the apartment?” Patrick asked, turning his head to look at Jono. “Not sure the rats have cleared out.” “Maybe the gargoyles will have eaten them,” Wade said hopefully. Patrick rolled his eyes. “No one is eating the press. That goes double for you.” “I wasn’t offering. I bet they taste as bad as demons do.”

“You’re why I’m getting gray hairs in my thirties.” “It makes you look distinguished.” “It makes me want to strangle you.”

“I’m not letting you fight Estelle sleep-deprived. Get on the bed. You’re hugging me until I feel less murderous that she tried to execute you in an ambush.”