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And tonight? I’m going straight for that danger’s throat and bringing him to his damn knees.
If she weren’t my sister, I would’ve kicked her in the face a long time ago.
I stare into her eyes, which are identical and yet somehow different from mine.
All my plans come to a halt when my gaze clashes with dark-blue eyes. Familiar eyes. The eyes of my enemy and the target of my revenge. Landon fucking King.
I’m standing in front of none other than the Landon King. A charming god, a genius sculptor, and, most importantly, an insufferable bastard.
Deep, mysterious, and…deadly.
Too bad for him, I’m the type who likes swimming in open water.
He has a natural way of sounding haughtily elegant while delivering cold-blooded threats.
Some monsters get off on your reaction to pain more than the fact that they’re inflicting it, so never put yourself in a position where you’re someone’s source of entertainment.
Are you up for it here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting fucked senseless like a dirty, dirty girl?”
If anyone ever dared touch me and say those words to me, I would punch them to another planet.
“Easy there, mouse. While I’m rather open to wrestling, I’m not sure you can take me on.”
His smirk widens and he doesn’t seem to mind the touch.
That’s it, psycho. Let your dick lead you like every other idiot.
I get on my tiptoes so that my mask-covered face is a few inches from his and then I punch him. In the nose. As hard as I can.
“He sounds and looks edible,” Maya signs. “Too bad he’s a dick.”
A wide grin lifts his lips, looking even more terrifying when he’s covered in all the blood.
my brother and common sense have been fighting each other for his entire life.
he’s just my brother who used to take me and Maya for ice cream and defend us in front of a deadly stray dog.
I swear he has the patience of a toddler.
Maya and I became each other’s best friend.
I learned early on that I have a cute face. Maya does everything to make hers sexy. I’m using this shit to my benefit.
“So you’re telling me you and Lotus…” he trails off and clears his throat. “And Brandon are friends.”
My man. I’m totally buying Bran the new League of Legends merch.
I love being cute and deadly. It’s my strength.
“You’ve never seen Lan in action. He can be the most charming or the deadliest depending on his mood and goals.”
Mr. Whitby, I was just building you an English gentleman shrine in my head, but how dare you place me after this asshole?
she looks like one of Satan’s favorite fangirls. A goth Barbie without the pretentious makeup.
Despite her delicate appearance, this girl has over-the-top tendencies and has proven to possess balls bigger than some men.
I’ll find the capacity to empathize when I find some fucks to give.”
“Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
I’ve always been like my dad. Silent but deadly. Appears sophisticated but could kill you with a smile.
Landon has a tiny mole at the corner of his right eye.
“I’m Remington. Everyone calls me Remi, or your lordship for short.
“Unless she’s a lesbian, I’m everyone’s type.”
“This one was always the pacifist, and Lan, the anarchist.”
Maya and I have our own personalities, but we’re both troublemakers in our own ways.
“We meet again, mouse.”
“Bad girls get punished, and there’s nothing I love more than punishing.”
There’s just a girl. Cold, hungry, and absolutely terrified.
“You look…positively stunning. A doll. No, a statue.”
He rubs his forefinger against his thumb. Once. Twice. As if he’s reliving a dear memory.
“There,” he marvels, his thumb stroking the pulse point in my neck. “Perfectly statuesque. Absolutely stunning.”
He’s definitely on the spectrum of either a sociopath or, worse, a psychopath.
“I can make a brilliant masterpiece out of you. I can freeze you and sculpt you from the finest stone that ever existed.
Rai Sokolov is not only my mother, the most beautiful woman inside and out, but also my role model.
She’s no less than my father in any way and made sure to teach us that being a woman isn’t a weakness—it should be a strength.
The day I lost my voice, I also lost my smile.
Whenever I need an anchor, she’s there for me without question.