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Honeycraves (Honeybloods #3) Honeycraves by I.S. Belle
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“Rosaline still has to smack me with a baseball bat whenever I feed from the blood guy, but I’m improving with the venom.”
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“The Gilmore Girls house looks like my house,” Rosaline corrected, heading down the hall and into a room that smelled like spices. “I had it first!”
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“I gotta go. I have to rip out a deer’s throat and bleed it into a Hello Kitty thermos.”
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“Alexander watched them, still suspicious, but his mouth kept twitching. Then Honey heard it: the smallest laugh, almost lost under the girls’ giggles.”
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“It was her softest shirt, worn only when Sadie needed to feel like she was being hugged at all times. Honey had torn her room apart to find it.”
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“I know.” Honey stroked her wet hair. “I miss biting you. You were the best thing I ever tasted.” They had a homicidal sixteen-year-old to get back to. A sire to kill. Clean clothes to change into. But they stayed there in that wet forest for a while longer, cleaning blood off each other before the rain could get to it.”
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“No. You gotta go to college.” Sadie slumped over to Honey and buried her face in her slick neck. “Wish you were human,” she mumbled. “Never got to drink you.”
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“That won’t—people don’t like me.” “And yet you have a super hot girlfriend who’s obsessed with you.”
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“Even before she looked up and saw Honey’s warm gaze not focused anywhere near the road, she knew what Honey was thinking: To death and beyond, I vow to thee. Kill or die or bury a body.”
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“Sadie darted forward, fast enough to blur, and pressed a kiss to Honey’s cool mouth.”
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“The woods are hungry, dark and deep. Something, something, miles, sleep.” ― a misremembered poem from Sadie Greer and Honey Williams”
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