#ya-romance

"Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you."

"Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend."

"And to think of all the colors in the world, blood chose to be red."

"Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it."

"He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face."

"I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die."