To my shock, Rafe just wraps me up in his arms and pulls me into a tight hug. “If you get killed I’ll never forgive you,” he murmurs, his head ducked low against my own. “And dad will slaughter me. So. Avoid that, please. I would like to live long enough to meet my mate.”I go still but then laugh a
“Hey, Blythe,” I say as I approach. He looks up at me with a bit of surprise.“Hey, Clark,” he says, breaking into a smile. “Didn’t think I’d get you here without a bit of kicking and screaming.”“Well, I’m here,” I say, giving a little shrug. “Any chance you want to make a last minute trade?”He ju
Blythe stares down at his chest for a moment, appalled, before he whips his handsome face back up to mine. “What the fuck, Ari!?” he shouts, his teeth lengthening to dangerous points. I take a step back, leveling the gun at his face, knowing a paintball placed there will cause enough pain to give me
I call the little drone back to me with the handheld base, grinning as it lands in my hand like a bird and reattaching it to my belt. “Thank you!” I murmur to it. “I’m asking for one of you for my birthday.”It really was incredibly useful to be able to send the little drone out ahead of me to scope
“Wait, I can’t go yet!” I gasp, laughing, delighted that this is working out as I planned. “I’m still alive!” I turn to Jesse, buzzing with happiness and energy. “Want to take me out, cousin?”“You’re insane,” Jesse murmurs, but he sighs and reaches down to take one of my pistols off the ground. “Bu
“Nepotism,” I say with a grin.He laughs, short, and shakes his head. “You’re very confident, Sinclair.”“It’s what I tried to say last night, Jacks,” I whisper, my face falling into more serious lines. “We’re not just…students playing games anymore, not really. We’re prepping for actual war – and c
My heart absolutely pounds in my chest as my mate kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head. When his hands move to his belt next, deftly unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants, beginning to shove them to the floor, my mouth goes dry.And I forget to breathe.Because, I mean, up un
But then I register that nod and my eyes go wide.“Really?” I ask, the word hitching in my throat as anxiety hits me again. “Are you – are you sure Jacks? You wanted to wait –“He gives a tiny shrug, his own throat working. “I didn’t want to wait forever. I just wanted to wait until it felt…right. A