What am I? Let's just say I won't fetch a stick for you. I won't beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead.
Kelley ArmstrongHe wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. "Fleas?" I said.
Kelley ArmstrongDont talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all.
Kelley ArmstrongHe bent, lips coming to mine and โ 'Derek? Chloe?' It was Kit, opening the back door. Derek let out a low growl. 'Never fails.' I turned to Kit. 'How is she?' 'Weโre going to take her back to the house now. Sheโs unconscious again.' 'Then weโll walk back,' Derek said. 'Give you room in the van to lay her down.' His dad agreed and went back inside. As we walked toward the steps, I looked down at Derekโs hand, holding mine. 'No oneโs around,' he said. 'And we can take the back way.' 'Good,' I said, and entwined my fingers with his.
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