Raiden (Sons of the Fallen, #6)

by Jaclyn Osborn

I grinned. “So when I said biscuits, you thought I meant a cookie drenched in gravy?”

You can’t have pizza without cheese. Not unless you like eating sadness and disappointment.”

How had I not realized it before today? “Because you’re adorably clueless,” Bellamy told me telepathically. “But I’m glad you’ve finally caught on. Wanna know something? He likes you too.” “No he doesn’t,” I said, trying not to get my hopes up. “And you’re back to being clueless.”

“Wait a second.” I smoothed my thumb along the crease of his mouth. “You had cheese on your lip.” “Hey.” Raiden grabbed my wrist and brought my thumb to his mouth. “That’s my cheese. Give it back.”

Gluttony softly whined. “You okay, bud?” I asked my sin. “Starving,” he said. “For him.” “Hey, we’re not gonna eat my new boyfriend, all right? We don’t do that.” I sensed a sassy-as-hell eye roll come from Gluttony. “Not eat him.” A pause. “Kiss him. Touch. Surrender.”

“Ray,” Gray’s voice projected into my head. “This is your conscience speaking. And your conscience wants you to make waffles for your adorable little brother.”