Extraits

P. 261

"Oh Mary, mother of baby Jesus," I muttered eyes narrowing.

Kat stood by the door, her hands clasped around a tiny clutch as her gaze bounced around the gymnasium nervously. The dress... aw man, that dress should be illegal. Tight around the breats and waist, then flowing over her hips like a river of crimson silk. Her hair was up, revealing a long, gracefl neck I'd never really noticed before. That was weird, because her hair was always up it seemed, but then again, that amount of cleavage was never showing before. Except she wore that bikini. Speaking of red...

Red.

P. 260

There was no way I could stay home. Instinct was screaming that she was going to need me. Or it was a really messed-up territorial need to.. to do what?

Go in there, beat the crap out of Simon, and claim my girl?

P.242

"Hello. Am I invisible?"

Frowning, I dragged my gaze away from Kat and looked at Ash. Hey eyes burned like sapphires. "How could you ever be invisible?"

Her lips curled up in a tight smile. "I don't know. I'm feeling like I am right now."

"Huh," I murmured, taking a drink of my milk.

The small smile faded. "Don't sound too concerned." she said drily. "Wouldn't want you to stress yourself out over there."

I didn't reply as I placed the carton of milk down and returned to...chapter oh-who-the-hell-cares? I lasted about three minutes before I looked up and was staring at Kat again. Just like last night.

Screw me.

P.179

I had a choice. Any second now I was going to lose control and the truck would continue its original path and barrel into Kat. Or I could edanger Kat and Dee and my race even more by exposing us. But at least Kat would still be alive, for however long she survived the Arum. I didn't hesitate un my choice.

[...]

Kay was seeing me for what I really was.

Lydia stood in front of me with barely a trace of a smile. She was around Ethan's age. Somewhere in her late forties, maybe early fifties. Then again, I wasn't sure how old Ethan was. Either way, she was beautiful, like all Luxen were, with dark skin and black hair that reached her waist. She had a son either my age or a year younger, but her stayed in the colony, like most of the ones our age, home schooled, and completely under the watchful care of the Elders.

I couldn't remember the last time the Lydia paid us a visit.

"May I come in ?" she asked, her voice slightly accented. With her dark coloring, the luminous blue eyes were striking... and a bit unnerving. "No like you can really say no."

I snorted and stepped aside. "Then why did you ask ?"

"Because I like to be polite." She walked in, smoothing her hands along her denim jeans. "Is that not the human thing to do ?"

Closing the door, I faced her. "And when have you ever been worried about doing the human thing ?"

Lydia laughed softly. "More than you apparently believe. All of us, even if we reside within the colony, must blen in. It is the way."

Watching her with a wary gaze. I folded my arms. Out of all the Elders, I actually liked Lydia. When Dawson... when he died, she was one of the few Elders who appeared to care, but I wasn't in the mood for a whole ton of BS. I had stupid paper lanterns to move and a dumbass jock named Simon to visit. "Why are you here, Lydia ?"

Dee rolled her eyes. "It wasn't your business."

"It's all of our business," Andrew corrected. "The Elders aren't cool with us living outside the colony as it is. After what happened with Dawson, we have to be careful. In other words, don't run around tracing humans, dickhead."

"Kat?"

Too late. She toppled over t the right, and I caught her before she face-planted onto the cement. Her head lolled to the side and her hair, half up and half down, fell accross her one unmarred cheek. Holding her against my chest with one arm, I brushed the hair back from her face. My fingers lingered along her jaw juste below her ear. The sound of sirens grew closer, but I concentrated on each breath she took, her chest rising and falling steadily. Kat was out cold.

"Hell," I muttered, staring down at her as I shifted her so the back of her head was cradled in the crook of my arm. This was becoming a disturbing trend.

"Everything is okay," I told her, and that was a lie, because as I spoke those three words, I did something so incredibly reckless I might as well gave thrown myself in front of a speeding truck.

Dee's question had been haunting me. Do you like her? I'd said no, and I had lied a little. What I felt for Kat was complicated and twisty. I liked her, but I didn't. I also liked wolves, but I didn't want one as a pet.

My gaze drifted toward the other girl. She was on her knees, one hand planted in the fresh soil, her back slightly arched with her ass right up in the air. My lips parted, and yeah, my mind immediately went there, picturing her roughly in the same position with less clothing.