Hunted (House of Night, #5)

by P.C. Cast

away from his chest, and there was the bloody brand of a broken arrow over his heart. The wound looked terrible.

And a broken arrow means peace. Too bad youll be back in shit in the next book which will be like a day later.

Stark took it, and stood, slowly and painfully. “Well,” he said with that cocky smile I loved so much, “serving this lady might be cause for a whole new book of rules to be written.” “You’re telling us?” Erik said. “Yeah, not something we don’t already know,” Heath said. “Well, hell,” I said, shaking my head at all of my boys.

Good lord. I wish it had ended hear. It woulda been like a freaking sitcom. Lmao