Bomb', Reyes said, not bothering to look up. 'One of ours?' Maddox insisted... 'Hardly. I know better than to blow myself up,' Reyes sighed.
Gena ShowalterShe stood, squared her shoulders. โWeโll do it. Together.โ And then she did something that shocked them both. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed a swift kiss on his lips. โThank you for returning to help me.โ When she tried to move away, he latched onto her forearms and held her in place. His eyes were gleaming. "Next time you decide to do thatโฆ" What?" she said, stiffening. "Give you a little warning?" No." He grinned. "Linger.
Gena ShowalterYou are such a chick." I widened my eyes in mock surprise. "No way. Are you sure?" Sighing again, he rubbed at the tattoos on his wrist. "Mackenzie was right. You aren't slayer material." Before he had time to register my intentions, I threw a punch. My sore, swollen knuckles slammed into his cheekbone, thrusting his head to the side. Pain shot up my arm, but I bit my tongue to stop a moan. "You were saying?" He popped his jaw, rubbed at the reddening skin-and slowly grinned. "Okay, so now I understand why Cole likes you. You're worse than Kat.
Gena ShowalterHate. Huh. He'd never hated himself. If anything, he'd always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn't denied it, either, and next time he'd slept with her, he'd made sure to scream, "Strider" at the pivotal moment." --Strider, keeper of the demon of Defeat--
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