Armentrout

God, I hate you,” Zayne grumbled.
“Hey! That’s the first time you used my name.”

“Of course.” Cayman turned back to Zayne and me. “Always good seeing you.” Then he looked at me. “You scare me.”

“And on top of all that, I was raised to believe that demons were evil, no gray area, and here I am with the Crown Prince of Hell who builds pillow forts like that’s normal—”
“It’s normal for me,” Roth murmured. “I like pillow forts.”

It’s naked. Like really naked,” I said, reaching for my blades.
“I can see that.”
“Like I can’t unsee this, Zayne. It’s really supernaked,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t focus. Oh my God. Everything is just dangling out there for the world to see.”
“Would you stop pointing it out, please and thank you?”

What?” I gaped at him. “Usually a guy tells me I’m pretty before he demands that I take my shirt off.”
He shot me a bland look. “Is that all it takes for you to take your shirt off? You’re very pretty, Trinity.”
My eyes narrowed as I placed my OJ on the sink so that I wouldn’t throw it in his face. “That’s not all that it takes, thank you very much, and you didn’t even sound like you meant that.”
“Oh, I meant it.”

You’re good-looking. You’re funny and charming when you’re not being annoying.”
“Thanks.” A pause. “I think.”

I’m not going to slip and fall,” I told him. “And I can make some pretty awesome jumps.” I pulled away, breaking his now-loose hold. “I can show you—”
“Yeah, no.

’m guessing the sky is full of stars?”
“It is, but the only ones that matter are the ones you see.”

’ll find you. Wherever you go, I will find you.”

was nothing more than storm and fury as I stepped forward and Misha looked up at me.