“She has an uncanny knack for being able to tell when people are lying. And,” Agent Locke added, meeting Lia’s eyes, “she’s a very good liar.”
Angelicaцитируетв прошлом месяце
It wasn’t intentional—I’d just spent a lot of time over the years getting inside other people’s heads.
Angelicaцитируетв прошлом месяце
but I had a bad habit of picking up on other people’s quirks. Put me in a room with a bunch of English people, and I’d walk out with a British accent.
zoeyцитирует3 месяца назад
Just because he’d offered to show me his scars didn’t mean I had to tear them open.
olswydцитирует3 месяца назад
What makes you think she has a boyfriend?” Dean asked, and under his quiet drawl I could hear curiosity—and maybe even admiration.
I shrugged in response to his question—mainly because I didn’t want to tell him that the reason I’d been sure this girl wasn’t single was the fact that the entire time we’d been there, she hadn’t so much as glanced at Dean.
From a distance, he would have looked older.
Even in jeans and a faded black T-shirt, you could see the muscles tensing against the fabric of his sleeves. And the muscles not covered by his sleeves.
His hair, his eyes, the way he stood, and the way he moved—if she’d been single, she would have looked.
olswydцитирует3 месяца назад
“You’re leaving the Porsche in Denver?” I asked.
He leaned forward, close enough that his forehead was almost touching mine.
“The devil’s in the details, Cassie. I never said that Porsche was my only car
olswydцитирует3 месяца назад
The truth he’d been dancing around for the past hour was suddenly incredibly clear. He and his team, this program—they didn’t just want to teach me how to hone my skills. They wanted to use them to catch killers.
Serial killers
olswydцитирует3 месяца назад
It was one of the great ironies of my life that I’d inherited all of my mother’s features, but none of the magic with which they’d come together on her face. She’d been beautiful. I was odd—odd-looking, oddly quiet, always the odd one out
Dreaцитирует4 месяца назад
I turned my back on Dean and focused my full attention on Agent Locke. “And what word is that?” I asked.
Locke met my gaze. “You.”
this is a guess but, perchance, are the creepy 'you' paragraphs i'm no longer reading her... assimilations?
Dreaцитирует4 месяца назад
“I’m Special Agent Lacey Locke. Briggs is my partner, and you’re Cassandra Hobbes.”
I wonder if introducing themselves as 'Special Agent' makes them feel special