Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
~ Priya Ardis
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.
~ Priya Ardis
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it.
~ Priya Ardis
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.
~ Priya Ardis
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.
~ Priya Ardis
I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.
~ Priya Ardis
Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.
~ Priya Ardis
Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.
~ Priya Ardis
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch
~ Priya Ardis