Sometimes playing cat and mouse is no game… Play? Right. My Pride is under fire from all sides, my father's authority is in question and my lover is in exile. Which means I haven't laid eyes on Marc's gorgeous face in months. And with a new mother and an I-know-everything teenager under my... read more
“Violence was as old as our existence, and we could not stop it. The best we could do was harness it for our own use.”Faythe
“Meow, meow, motherfucker.”Faythe
“They're moving bodies, not storming the Bastille.”Ethan
Procrastination and I were lifelong friends, and our reunion was pleasant. If not exactly welcome.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
Because the ache in my chest was unlike anything I’d ever suffered. It was like something gnawing me alive from the inside out, leaving a dark, empty cavity where my heart had once been.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
And to my extreme satisfaction, that bastard hobbled away from me with a dislocated shoulder, mewling like a newborn kitten. Meow, meow, motherfucker.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
Brutal death shouldn’t be so easily accepted. It should still be an occasion for tears and hysteria and, at the very least, an interruption of daily life. Routine should not continue in the face of such a loss. It should be shattered like silence before gunfire. It should shake everyone it touches, and we should demand an end to it.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
He obviously remembered our first meeting, when I’d knocked him unconscious with one swing. I like to leave a good first impression.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
I’d play it by the book from then on. At least until I was in the position to rewrite the rules.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
I gasped for breath that seemed to freeze in my throat, to numb my lungs. My thoughts took no form. There was only a massive, horrible storm of pain and sorrow, slamming into me over and over again with an almost physical force. Grief threatened to drown me, and I made no effort to stop it.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
I’d rather die than let someone else decide who I would marry. Or that I would marry at all. That decision was all mine, and if the council thought otherwise, they could happily go fuck themselves.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
“But if you ever come near me or Marc again, we’ll all know exactly what happened to you.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
And honestly, until I know that Marc Ramos’s well-being is secure, I don’t give a flying fuck about yours. Consider that your one and only warning.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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