And speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.
J.R. WardAfter a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-" "Okay, that was so not my fault-" "-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population." "I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans." "They smell bad when they're dead." "All you mortal types do.
J.R. WardNo Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common.โ Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.
J.R. WardI want to be with you, too,โ he said. โIโll come to your room after dawn.โ Qhuinn didnโt want to ask. Had to. โWhat about Saxton?โ โHeโs gone on vacation.โ Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. โFor how long?โ โJust a couple of days.โ Too bad. Any chance of an extensionโฆfor like a year or two? Maybe forever? โOkay, itโs aโโ Qhuinn stopped himself before he finished that with date. There was no sense kidding himself. Saxton was away. Blay wanted to get laid. And Qhuinn was more than willing to supply the male with what he wanted.
J.R. WardToo bad the freedom seemed like a prison. As his boots hit the mosaic floor at the bottom of the stairs, John Mellencamp's old-school, bic-lighter anthem echoed in his head-and though he'd always like the song okay, he'd never truly understood what it meant. Kind of wished that were still the case. Life goes on...long after the thrill of living is gone.
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