“Ouch, you’re wounding me, Scarlett.”
He sounded more serious than mocking. Yet all she heard was the way he’d called her Scarlett—not Crimson. The nickname had probably just been part of the game, and it shouldn’t have meant anything, yet not hearing it reminded her once more of who he really was, and wasn’t.
“Why do you keep calling me Scarlett?” she asked.
“Isn’t that your name?”
“Yes, but you’ve never called me it before.”
I’m glad I have the option of saying “Ouch!” when I’m hurt.
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A dangerous male
“My parents were both Vulmi.”
I don’t miss that she said were, and I wonder if the public executions she
mentioned have anything to do with them, but I don’t want to pry.
“I grew up in it. Grew up with everyone here, so I’m used to them and
they’re used to me. I’m just a lot more fun, because life’s too short to not
have a good time when you can,” she tells me, her expression
straightforward while the steam around her twists and curls. “You’re lucky
I’m here to be your friend. You look like you could use one.”
“I do?”
She nods. “You look sad. Even when you smile.”
Ouch.
Right on cue, the spot at the center of my chest twists with a brutal pang.
“I…miss someone,” I admit, trying not to let the raw emotion scrape down
my throat. “I’m looking for him and he’s looking for me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. We’ll find each other.”
She starts cupping water in her palm, letting it dribble back out. Every
single one of my muscles is relaxed in the warm soak, and the quiet night
air has made me sleepy and contemplative. Melancholic. Has given me time
to breathe away from all the people, to be still after all the travel. And in my
stillness, I always think of him.
“What’s he like?” she asks.
“Wonderful. Intense. A bit…rotten,” I say with a smirk.
“Oh. A dangerous male. I like those too.”
“When I first saw him, his black aura terrified me.”
Her eyes widen, magma depths churning. “You can see his aura?”
“I can, and he can see mine.”
She lets out a longing sigh, letting more water drip from her hand. “Not
many fae get to. No wonder you’re dying to get back to each other. Even if
he is a little rotten, as you said.”
“Angie is dead—,” said Eli.
“Yes, I know—”
“…but so are you.” It wasn’t a threat. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not Victor. You’re something that’s crawled into his skin. A devil wearing him.”
“Ouch,” said Victor, and for some reason, the word made him laugh. He couldn’t stop laughing. Eli looked disgusted, and it made Victor want to stab him again. He felt behind him for the nearest knife, and watched Eli’s fingers tighten on the gun.
“You’re something else,” he said. “Victor died.”
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I’m just going to, very calmly, ask her a few questions.’
‘Oh, it’s a her?’ Ravi said. ‘OK then.’
Pip swung her rucksack to whack him on the arm.
‘Don’t think I didn’t notice that,’ she said. ‘Women can be just as dangerous as men.’
‘Ouch, tell me about it,’ he said, rubbing his arm. ‘What have you got in there, bricks?’
p & r.
kahroldum acı içinde ama andrew bir aptal gibi gülümsüyorAlıntı
"Oh, you are right," Andrew said, but he got in front anyway. Neil watched his knuckles go white on the door as he leveraged himself into the car, but it wasn't until Andrew laughed and said, "Ouch," that Neil understood how much pain Andrew was still in.
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