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“Not even death can keep us apart. Every part of you belongs to me, and I will tear any man apart who dares to get in my way.
I also know all of Sawyer's weak spots and Gray's greatest fears, so if you had any concerns about me potentially picking them over you, I should warn you that I would destroy them in a heartbeat if I thought you were going to get hurt.”
I want to be able to give them shit about it, but I would tear my own beating heart out of my chest if Oli asked it of me, so I don't have a leg to stand on.
“Fuck, man, I wasn’t expecting something so fucking deep when I asked. I was hoping you needed extra supplies or a new bathroom or something, shit I can actually do.”
I always knew Kieran was a good guy… except for that one time he tackled me in a cafe and dragged me back to my Bonds, kicking and screaming. That one time, he was a complete dick.
Guys are weird.
Jericho turns to look at me again, and Nox’s temper snaps, his hand snapping out to grab his hair and slam him face first into the table. Atlas jerks in his seat, and Gabe makes a grunting noise of shock, and maybe just a little bit of sympathy, as Jericho’s nose crunches and blood pools underneath it. “Stop. Looking. At. Her.”
“Keep your filthy Resistance eyes off of her. That’s the difference between you and I. Once we Bonded, there was nothing that was ever going to keep Oleander away from me… not the Resistance, not the god inside her, not even death itself. You came here to bargain, but you’ve given us nothing. Now you’re not getting your pathetic little Bassinger girl out of here, and you’ll both rot in our cells. You’ve lost.”
“Good job, kid. I'm sure that felt good. I've only been waiting months for you to finally put someone on their ass. I already know Gryphon will be furious that he missed it.”
the chef—who promises me emphatically that he is doing his best to get me some seafood like the national treasure he is—we
“Don't run away from me again. You promised.”
“I’m not sure Oli keeps him out of trouble, it’s more that she finds herself in it enough to keep the rest of us distracted and busy.” My jaw drops playfully, and I shoot Jeremy a mock scandalized look. “I would never throw myself into trouble. It's not my fault it's attracted to me.”
This entire meeting is becoming a test of my patience and how far I can be pushed before I lose my shit. I’m proud of how far I’m making it.
“And what did you win from this camp that you took out? Sure, you wiped the Resistance there from the map, and sure, that's what we need, but what else? What intel? What trophy? Which of the higher members of the Resistance did you bring in as a prisoner or take out? What was the win that you got from all of that death and destruction?”
It’s a stupid question. Sleep is for the weak.
