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Bones
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K.L. Speer3,491 ratings, 4.18 average rating, 877 reviews
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“Well if I was a roaring river, shifting and unpredictable, Trey was the very mountain below us, steady and constant.”
― Bones
― Bones
“Trey’s broken promise felt like a wound in my heart, even as the clinical part of me understood why they’d drugged me.”
― Bones
― Bones
“Alright. I think your plan could work. But you’ll be responsible for them, you hear? They step out of line and it’s on your head.”
― Bones
― Bones
“You’re not the only one who doesn’t have a choice, Bones. Maybe if you stopped trying to be a godsdamned martyr, you’d see that.”
― Bones
― Bones
“The hurt in his eyes haunted me—drowned me in guilt—but I would rather he hated me for being a bitch than watch him die.”
― Bones
― Bones
“So, you wanna grab a drink tonight?” Zip asked. I took another small bite, making him wait. “Sure.” Zip’s grin widened. “I’ll pick you up after the dinner bell, Doc.”
― Bones
― Bones
“I wanted to ask him how he could stand to work for Madame, how he justified the things she did, and why he stayed here at the Vault.”
― Bones
― Bones
“These scars are proof you survived,” he interrupted softly. “That you walked through fire, and you came out the other side. You’re a godsdamned warrior, Bones, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
― Bones
― Bones
“Touch her again, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes,” Trey said in a dark voice I’d never heard him use before.
”
― Bones
― Bones
“So are you an angel?” Sam asked.
Nausea curdled in my stomach. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?”
I had to unclench my jaw so I could answer. “Because I don’t like it.”
“How come?”
“Just don’t,” I snapped.
“Why?”
Gods, did he want me to hit him? I picked up my pace, but he matched my steps.
“Some girls like bein’ called ‘Angel’,” he pushed, unrelenting.
“How would you know?” I glared at him.
He clutched his chest like I’d stabbed him. “Shortcake, what are you implying?”
I ignored him.
“I’ll have you know I’m a high commodity around here.”
“Funny, seems like I’m the only person you ever talk to.”
“I talk to lots of people!” He grinned.
“Then how ’bout you go talk to one of them and leave me alone.”
“You’d miss me,” he said.
“Let’s try it and see.”
“You wound me!” he said dramatically. “I’m delightful!”
“You’re annoying.”
“Shortcake, you tryin’ to break my poor lil heart?”
“If your heart’s anywhere near as thick as your head, I think you’ll be fine.”
“Hey!” He sounded genuinely indignant now. “That was mean!”
― Bones
Nausea curdled in my stomach. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?”
I had to unclench my jaw so I could answer. “Because I don’t like it.”
“How come?”
“Just don’t,” I snapped.
“Why?”
Gods, did he want me to hit him? I picked up my pace, but he matched my steps.
“Some girls like bein’ called ‘Angel’,” he pushed, unrelenting.
“How would you know?” I glared at him.
He clutched his chest like I’d stabbed him. “Shortcake, what are you implying?”
I ignored him.
“I’ll have you know I’m a high commodity around here.”
“Funny, seems like I’m the only person you ever talk to.”
“I talk to lots of people!” He grinned.
“Then how ’bout you go talk to one of them and leave me alone.”
“You’d miss me,” he said.
“Let’s try it and see.”
“You wound me!” he said dramatically. “I’m delightful!”
“You’re annoying.”
“Shortcake, you tryin’ to break my poor lil heart?”
“If your heart’s anywhere near as thick as your head, I think you’ll be fine.”
“Hey!” He sounded genuinely indignant now. “That was mean!”
― Bones
“He shifted, but his grey eyes narrowed. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t have a choice, Bones. Maybe if you stopped trying to be a godsdamn martyr, you’d see that.”
― Bones
― Bones
“What’d you mean when you said it would never be enough?”
The sudden change in topics made me nauseous.
“It’s…nothing,” I lied.
“You can tell me,” he urged.
“I…I just…” Gods, those damn brown eyes made it hard to think straight. “I have a lot of blood on my hands.”
He frowned.
“I have this…this power to heal…but I keep…I keep hurting people. I don’t know…I don’t know if I can heal enough…to make up for it.”
“Are you keeping score?” he asked, but not in a mocking way. He studied my face, his brow furrowed as though he wanted to understand.
“No. I don’t know. I just…I want to…I need to balance the scales.”
“What scales?”
“The…scales.” I gestured vaguely with one hand, my face heating.
“Do you feel responsible every time you can’t heal someone?”
“I've watched so many people die," I whispered. "People I could've saved with my powers." ”
― Bones
The sudden change in topics made me nauseous.
“It’s…nothing,” I lied.
“You can tell me,” he urged.
“I…I just…” Gods, those damn brown eyes made it hard to think straight. “I have a lot of blood on my hands.”
He frowned.
“I have this…this power to heal…but I keep…I keep hurting people. I don’t know…I don’t know if I can heal enough…to make up for it.”
“Are you keeping score?” he asked, but not in a mocking way. He studied my face, his brow furrowed as though he wanted to understand.
“No. I don’t know. I just…I want to…I need to balance the scales.”
“What scales?”
“The…scales.” I gestured vaguely with one hand, my face heating.
“Do you feel responsible every time you can’t heal someone?”
“I've watched so many people die," I whispered. "People I could've saved with my powers." ”
― Bones
“Oh I brought you something,” Trey said.
I eyed him with suspicion.
He pulled out a slightly crushed handful of dandelion flowers from his jacket pocket. My breath caught. He laid them on the exam table, and I knew he’d continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. I stared at the small, cheerful yellow flowers, overwhelmed with the flood of emotion sweeping over me.
“Bones?”
I glanced up at Trey, startled when I realized he'd moved closer. He looked at me with concern.
“You ok?”
I nodded, gazing back at the flowers. My heart ached, and I didn’t think before I whispered, “My brother used to bring me these.”
― Bones
I eyed him with suspicion.
He pulled out a slightly crushed handful of dandelion flowers from his jacket pocket. My breath caught. He laid them on the exam table, and I knew he’d continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. I stared at the small, cheerful yellow flowers, overwhelmed with the flood of emotion sweeping over me.
“Bones?”
I glanced up at Trey, startled when I realized he'd moved closer. He looked at me with concern.
“You ok?”
I nodded, gazing back at the flowers. My heart ached, and I didn’t think before I whispered, “My brother used to bring me these.”
― Bones
“Just for the record, none of us are ever gonna be mad ’cause you woke up screaming, but we are gonna need to make sure you’re alright.”
“I said I was fine,” I muttered.
"Yeah, you say that a lot," he retorted, and I saw the flash of his teeth as he grinned. "So far you haven't been fine even once.”
― Bones
“I said I was fine,” I muttered.
"Yeah, you say that a lot," he retorted, and I saw the flash of his teeth as he grinned. "So far you haven't been fine even once.”
― Bones
“Leave me,” he groaned in pain. “Run.”
His face paled, blood dribbling between his lips as he coughed.
I’d seen death on people’s faces more times than I could count. Death had a way of revealing people’s true natures. Some people begged, some threatened, some tried to bargain. And this idiot I didn’t even know was dying and still trying to help me. I hated him for it.
He started trying to talk again, grabbing at my hands.
“Shut up, dumbass,” I hissed at him, pressing harder at his wound.
He cried out in pain, but his cry cut off as the familiar warmth spread from my chest down my arms and into his stomach. The bullet had gone clean through his gut. Normally a death wound, but not tonight. I could feel his body mending beneath my fingers, all the muscles and organs knitting themselves back together. His hand curled over the top of one of mine, squeezing gently, and I glanced up to see his eyes full of awe. The wound closed shut, leaving what I knew would be a fresh pink scar, and all the warmth left me.”
― Bones
I’d seen death on people’s faces more times than I could count. Death had a way of revealing people’s true natures. Some people begged, some threatened, some tried to bargain. And this idiot I didn’t even know was dying and still trying to help me. I hated him for it.
He started trying to talk again, grabbing at my hands.
“Shut up, dumbass,” I hissed at him, pressing harder at his wound.
He cried out in pain, but his cry cut off as the familiar warmth spread from my chest down my arms and into his stomach. The bullet had gone clean through his gut. Normally a death wound, but not tonight. I could feel his body mending beneath my fingers, all the muscles and organs knitting themselves back together. His hand curled over the top of one of mine, squeezing gently, and I glanced up to see his eyes full of awe. The wound closed shut, leaving what I knew would be a fresh pink scar, and all the warmth left me.”
― Bones
