Iโd gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins.
Jeaniene FrostTate grabbed me, hugging me so hard, I knew I'd have bruises. He was probably unaware of it, not having had much time to get used to his new strength. I pushed at him, "Tate...you're squeezing me too hard." He let go of me so fast I almost staggered. "Oh Christ, I can't do anything right!
Jeaniene FrostIโd forgotten to keep blasting a song in my mind. I remedied my mistake, but the lyrics to โDo You Really Want to Hurt Meโ seemed too close to home at the mo-ment. โCulture Club?โ Now his mouth curled downward. โAnd you accuse me of practicing cruel and unusual punishment.
Jeaniene Frost