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The Edge of Never (The Edge of Never #1) Fall With Me

The difficulty of the choice was made easier by the fact that the aquamarine one was snug in the chest, squishing my breasts in a very unflattering and uncomfortable fashion. While the darker navy dress felt like heaven on my skin, the slit felt too high, and it also had a plunging neckline, a combination that felt slightly improper for this party.

Mum has a chat with Penny about me, but this time I let them get on with it, and dont interrupt. Penny is saying Im ready to have a little more freedom, and do some things on my own to develop independence. Mum disagrees. But eventually says, all right.A night full of surprises.

Streams of Silver (The Icewind Dale Trilogy #2)

I tilt my face to the sky. To tiny droplets, so small they arent felt as individuals but rather just a general sense of wetness. More like mist than rain. But they gather together, a few little trickles form and run cold down my face. Not like tears which are hot.Youre supposed to put your hood up to stay dry, not spread it out like a rain catcher, Ben scolds. And reaches a hand either side of my face, pulls up the hood of my jacket, then tucks my hair in both sides. His hands are warm.Our eyes meet and he pauses, his hands still on either side of my face. The rain and the woods fade away. His gold flecked eyes with more depths than first seen hold mine, still, in place.

The Reluctant Vampire (Argeneau #15)

But then his hands drop, he looks both ways. No one is in sight but there are voices not far behind.Come on, he says, and starts to walk away from the others. Then turns back to where I stand, my feet uncertain. Should I follow? He holds up his right hand, his little finger curved up, the others tucked in.

And I look at his hand, unsure, until he glances down to my left hand, then back to my eyes. I hold up my hand. He hooks my little finger in with his and gives it a tug, turns and walks through the trees, pulling me along. His hand held up still, tugging mine with our little fingers linked together. It is so silly, I start to giggle.

I hadnt noticed at first that Ben was leading us away from the others, bit by bit. Why? Despite the cold, I feel flushed. Our biology class is spread out in the woods. Were meant to be collecting water samples from a creek, and leaves from undergrowth or trees to identify later. Their voices are distant and becoming more so.As the noon bells finished pealing, the shutters burst open.

Shattered was a better word for it as two Fae males came flying through them.One of them, brown-haired and bloodied, shrieked while he fell.

The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians #5)

Prince Rowan Whitethorn said nothing while he fell with him. While he held his grip on the male, teeth bared.Elide stepped aside, giving them ample space while they crashed into the pile of crates in the alley, splinters and debris soaring.

She knew a gust of wind kept the fall from being fatal for the broad-shouldered male, whom Rowan hauled from the wreckage by the collar of his blue tunic.He was of no use to them dead.

Gavriel drew a knife, remaining by Elides side as Rowan slammed the stranger against the alley wall. There was nothing kind in the princes face. Nothing warm.Only cold-blooded predator. Hell-bent on finding the queen who held his heart.

Please, the male sputtered. In the common tongue.Rowan had found him, then. They couldnt hope to track Maeve, Rowan had realized on Samhuinn. Yet finding the commanders who served Maeve, spread across various kingdoms on loan to mortal rulers—that, they could do.

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