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Renegade (The Captive #2) Live and Let Die (James Bond #2)

I don’t know what to do!

I say nothing. I have been bullied before, especially in the years before I moved to the temple school. The students at my first school laughed openly at my dull voice and unusual height. I’ve learned that sometimes answering the questions satiates the person bullying. Sometimes it doesn’t.I just want to know what it was like living with someone so famous, Bien says, and now I hear a definite tone of malice in her voice.

Letting Go (Surrender Trilogy #1)

Bien, stop, Elinor says. This is not kind.We didn’t live with her after she became the Minister, I say, though Bien already knows all of this. Everyone does. The Minister has to have his or her own quarters in the temple.Did that make you feel bad? Bien asks. That your mother chose her work over you?

Gregor and the Marks of Secret (Underland Chronicles #4)

I’m not sure why Bien doesn’t like me, unless it’s the usual reason, the one that made those children tease me: I’m different.We never saw it like that, I say.

Of course you didn’t, Elinor says, finally getting a word in edgewise. She seems furious with Bien.

I don’t know why I’m asking questions about your mother’s life, Bien says, when the most interesting thing about her is how she died. Do you know who killed her?Good! she said, almost chipper, and held up a can of hair spray. Stole this out of your bag and put it in my purse, hope you don’t mind.

I looked at the bit of blood clinging to the bottom of the can and swallowed hard. I couldn’t fault a girl for improvising a weapon, but now that can of Big Sexy Hair was headed for the nearest garbage can.If he touched you, I hope you at least gave him a concussion, I said, kicking at the bottom of the guy’s shoe with my toes. Now can we please—

A Touch of Crimson (Renegade Angels #1)

And then I looked closer at the guy on the floor.Tall, Asian, definitely handsome despite the blood dripping from his temple . . .

Dante? I asked, and Blythe nodded, tossing the hair spray can in the trash.Yup. So no worries about me being okay. I knocked him out in the hall and dragged him in here.

I stared at her for a second, then looked back to Dante, who was starting to moan and move around a bit. And the purpose of knocking him out was . . . ?Blythe put her hands on her hips. I told you I always hated that dude.

Taking a deep breath through my nose, I studied my reflection in the grimy mirrors over the sink, telling myself I’d count to ten before I said something I regretted. We have to ask him all kinds of questions, I said, keeping my voice steady, so maybe giving him a concussion was a less-than-stellar plan?Dante moaned again, and I added, And also, would’ve been nice to hear you’d found him before you clocked him.

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