Extraits

He wispered against my mouth. "Wait for me Aura."

(...)

"Oh God." I grabbed my shirt and cami from the floor and yanked them both over my head in one mouvement. My face was lost inside as I tried to find the right holeand not mive my skull throughta sleeve. My head popped throught, and I screamed.

Logan was standing at the foot of his bed, his shirt open and his hair rumpled, just as he'd been a few minutes before.

But now he was violet.

Désolée, j'ai juste un extrait en anglais...

Over his heart, a tattoo with four letters written in a Celtic font:

AURA

My hand froze. "God."

"Do you like it?"

I couldn't breathe. It felt like I'd never breathe again. "When did you get this?"

"Last week. It was my birthday present to myself. And no, I don't expect you to get a matching one. Your aunt would have a stroke. After she finishes killing me."