While Maddox now believed the demon did not want to hurt Ashlyn, he wasn't willing to take a chance. He would talk about flowers and moonbeams - he cringed - if it meant maintaining this delectable inner peace. "Is there a way to break your death-curse?" Ashlyn asked. So much for flowers and moon-beams.
Gena ShowalterHe turned, throwing over hi shoulder, โAnd if he growls at you, even once, heโs out. He looks wild.โ I am, Riley snapped inside her head. Do not laugh, she thought to herself. Her dad paused at the door. โWhere does it stay while youโre at school?โ It. Nice. โOutside.โ โYou could be inviting flees into our home, Mary Ann.โ No. Laughing. โHeโs clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, Iโll bathe him.โ That could prove interesting, Riley said.
Gena ShowalterI cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.
Gena ShowalterNo one could ever truly be free as long as they loved, and life wasn't worth living without love. So freedom? Overrated.
Gena ShowalterYou are beyond frustrating," she grumbled. "Why can't you do what I ask you to do without issuing a million questions first?" "I could say the same of you." "I don't--Argh." She raised a fist at him. "So maybe I do ask a lot of questions. So what. Anyone in my position would do the same. Besides, I'm a girl and that's my job. You're a boy. You're supposed to pound your chest with your fists and grunt, then do everything in your power to please me." "Hardly. The man you just described is more likely to knock you over the head with a club and drag you away by the hair." -Annabelle and Zacharel
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