“On your left!” my bodyguard shouts again, skirting around me. “Looks like you only got two speeds—slow and slower!” I glare after him. “Excuse me?” Lonny spins around and begins jogging backward. “Prove me wrong, pretty boy.” That is it.… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“You’re probably good at taking lip, aren’t you?” I mutter more to myself than to my bodyguard, clawing through the suitcase for a T-shirt that isn’t tight on me. “Like a CIA operative, right? Do bodyguards go to bodyguard school?… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“On your left!” my bodyguard shouts again, skirting around me. “Looks like you only got two speeds—slow and slower!” I glare after him. “Excuse… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“I found you," I echoed. And suddenly he was pushing himself to sit up, sloughing off the vines that had crept around his limbs,… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“She sniffs and shakes off her tears, then turns to me with an eager look. “So what’s the deal with him? How did you… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“Do a lot of internet groups meet up at conventions?” “Sure.” “How about your Starfield peeps? The online ones you talk to?” “Oh—well, yeah.… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“Hey, you’re the chick in my homeroom, yeah?” “And you are holding up the line,” she replies. He looks behind him. “There’s no one… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“My dad said that the impossible is only impossible if you don’t even try. So I want to try.” — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“The man was handsome, and he taught English in the same department as me--- and the second he showed up at my apartment and… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“If you believe in yourself and have a few good friends, then you can do anything. You can be anything.” — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“He finally returned my gaze, and held it. A knot lodged in my throat, because he was closer than I expected, and his eyelashes… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“You’re probably good at taking lip, aren’t you?” I mutter more to myself than to my bodyguard, clawing through the suitcase for a T-shirt… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
