Extraits

je me réveillai, sentant quelque chose qui me chatouillait dans le dos. On aurais dit des papillons. j'ouvris les yeux , et la premier chose que je vis fus son bras enrouler au tour de moi, sa couleur pale quasiment identique a la mienne.

Il n’y a qu’une manière de se battre : ne respecter aucune règle. Se battre en gentleman, c’est la mort assurée. Profite de toutes les occasions pour porter des coups bas, frappe toujours les gens quand ils sont à terre, et peut-être alors auras-tu une chance de gagner.

Sois gentille avec notre petit Bones, et n’oublie pas, ne sois sage que si tu ne trouves pas de bêtise à faire !

L’esprit humain avait le don de penser aux choses les plus extravagantes aux moments les moins appropriés.

- Mais regarde tes yeux !

Il posa une main de chaque côté de ma tête comme s'il avait peur qu'elle se dévisse. Toujours sous le choc d'avoir vu la mort de si près, je marmonnai une réponse.

- J'ai pas besoin de regarder, je les ai déjà vus. Ils sont gris et ils deviennent verts sous le coup de l'émotion. T'es content ? Maintenant, ton repas va te paraître encore plus savoureux ?

Ne sois sage que si tu ne trouves pas de bêtise à faire.

"You to take me," she replied at once.

"Not gonna happen!" I spat, squeezing him possessively.

Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That's when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.

Spade started to laugh even as I turned beet red again, yanking my hand back and fighting the urge to sit on it for my own good. Dear God! What had gotten into me?

"You have a choice," I said, biting off each word. "Either you make a very sincere apology to Timmie now, or you leave and slither back to your cave like the festering ball sack you just acted like. I don't know what's gotten into you, but he's a nice guy, and you probably just made him pee his pants. Your decision, Bones. One or the other."

A dark brow arched at me. I tapped my foot. "One...two..."

He muttered something foul and then climbed the stairs, rapping twice on Timmie's door.

"Right, then, mate, terribly sorry for my unspeakable rudeness, and I do beg your pardon," he said with admirable humbleness when Timmie cracked it open. Only I could pick up the slight edge to his voice as he went on.

"I can only say that it was caused by my natural affront to the notion of her as my sister. Since I'll be shagging her tonight, you can imagine how I'd be distressed at the thought of rogering my sibling."

"You schmuck!" I burst as Timmie's jaw dropped. "The only thing you'll be shagging tonight is yourself!"

"You wanted sincerity," he countered. "Well, luv, I was sincere."

"You can get right back in the car and I'll see you later, if you're not being such an ass!"

Timmie's head swiveled back and forth between the two of us, his jaw still swinging open. Bones gave him a smile that was more just a baring of teeth.

"Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter you with my bare hands."

"Leave!" I stamped my foot for emphasis.

He swept past me and then swiveled, kissing me hard on the mouth before jumping back to avoid my right hook.

"I'll see you later, Kitten."

Timmie waited until Bones had driven out of sight before he dared to speak.

"That's your boyfriend?"

I let out a grunt that I suppose was an affirmative.

Fighting was a sure way to bring out their glow. In that way, it was like an optical erection. Unavoidable once things went past a certain point.

C’est ma pudeur qui me perdit. Lorsque je me retournai pour éviter de regarder son entrejambe, je ne vis pas sa main se serrer. Avec une vitesse incroyable, son poing jaillit pour me frapper à la tête. Il y eut un éclair de lumière suivi d’une douleur lancinante, puis le silence.