“Oh, don’t play so coy, June,” Anton says with a dark laugh. I turn to him, stunned. “You seriously can’t think of any bad behavior that would piss off the God of Death?”I blink at him in surprise and begin to wrack my brain.But, obviously, it only takes like half a second to figure it out.“Liste
“You live like this…” she whispers, “voluntarily?”I frown at her, putting my hands on my hips. “Look, Laila, I don’t get it. I mean, it’s messy, but it’s not that bad.”“You are a princess, Juniper Sinclair,” Laila snaps, defensive for my sake and making me grin. “And this will not do.”I watch in
Anton and I both eagerly wait for Laila to begin the story about her date, but when she just continues to sit and blush Anton moans and collapses on to the couch next to me, making both of us turn to him in shock.“It’s no fair,” he groans, putting his hands over his face. “I’m so jealous. No one ta
Is that really true? That he could have…never met them, if everyone apparently purports to know him so well?And if Blythe did know my family…why wouldn’t he have come in to say hello?“Well, I think that’s it for all of the rest of the Competitors,” Anton says with a happy sigh, leaning back agains
“Well, a mermaid is certainly not a gorgeous woman,” Laila murmurs, a cunning little grin takes her lips as Laila places my pretty little book on the table and conjures a slim volume of her own. “This is.” And then she opens the page and my mouth falls open.Because the creature there…Well, it cert
“God, Anton,” I murmur, resting my chin on my fist and peering at him. “Maybe you are.”I guess that my realm of possibility has been expanding of late.“No way,” Anton says, frowning at both of us and spreading his hands wide. “It’s a coincidence –““Oh, but being Selkie is so great!” Laila says, c
About two hours later, Anton and I are…probably drunker than we should be.But we just sit quietly on the very fancy day bed that Laila conjured out on the terrace, staring up at the three moons hanging in the sky, each of us thinking hard.“Do you seriously think I’m a Selkie?” Anton murmurs, his b
“Yesterday you brashly and insincerely dragged me into the Deadlands to make a point about who was in charge,” he murmurs, tilting his head and daring me to counter him.I scowl, looking away, hating how well he knows and can already read me. Hating that he sees down to my basest self, the selfish a