Happiness is a strange, frightening, fragile feeling when you’re not used to it.
Unless they’re utterly heartless, people put a certain value on human life. It keeps us from killing each other off for no reason. But for leaders like you and me, a moral high ground is too absolute. There are choices to be made.
We were friends before.” Sort of. We never tried to kill each other.
I turn back to Griffin. His expression is stony and unreadable, although if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it was tending toward ominous.
The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I’m burning up and terrified, scared I’ll be too weak to resist.Scratch that – I’m petrified I’ve already given in.
I dread this power he has over me. It makes me want to tell him all my secrets and see if he still wants me.
Don’t you get it Cat? You’re the key. I knew it the day I laid eyes on you.
I don’t know why it’s not universally acknowledged that looking back is a terrible idea. It only makes going forward that much harder.
I roll my eyes. “Oh, the woe of being adored.”Beta Sinta grins. “It’s a hard life.
I want him everywhere. I burn for him in places he hasn’t even touched.
Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it’s better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.
Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. “There are things I could boast about, but I’d rather show than tell.
Hades, Hera, and Hestia!” Flynn curses, pointing up.”What in the Underworld is that?””A She-Dragon.” Everyone turns to me, and as much as I love having four handsome men gape at me in stupefaction, right now, I could do without.
His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, “You’re living fire. I burn.
I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don’t want to think about anything but you.
His gaze hits mine with the force of a battering ram. He looks… appalled. “I-I won’t do this. I can’t… be with you.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Griffin asked me to take a chance. On him. On trust. On love. I did, and look where it got me. That my misery is my own damn fault doesn’t escape me. It just makes it worse.
Have I cheated death again? Hades must be allergic to me.