Thereโs a good kind of crazy, Kaylee,โ he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. โItโs the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the cowardโs way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole.
Rachel VincentSo, what now? Weโre friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.
Rachel VincentUm, Faythe?โ Marc reached for my arm, and a small grin turned up one corner of his beautiful mouth. โAs my first official piece of advice to the new Alpha, let me suggest that you put on some pants. And maybe a shirt.โ His grin grew and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, while Jace watched us stiffly from across the room. โWhile the look definitely works for me, Iโm thinking the other Alphas might take you more seriously if you dress the part.
Rachel VincentNot that I don't appreciate the rescue," Holt said. "But I'm forced to ask, in the interest of self-preservation ... exactly how well armed are you right now?
Rachel VincentWeโre days away from going full scale against Malone, and in the meantime, weโre under fire from above. And Iโm about as useful as a three-legged dog.โ โYouโre much more useful than any kind of dog, mi vida.โ Marc purred and pressed me into the counter, his hands on my hips. I couldnโt resist a smile. I was a real sucker for Spanish.
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