“Wow,” Silas says softly as he kills the ignition. I follow his stare out the windshield—Rosie is standing in the kitchen doorway,… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“You understand,” Silas says quietly—the words are just for me, but I know Scarlett hears—“I’m . . . when I’m twenty-eight, Rosie.… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Those girls have nothing on the March sisters,” Silas says, leaning in so close that I can feel his breath on my… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t have done this. She’s my sister.” “Don’t say that,” Silas murmurs into my hair, voice… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Silas nods toward the green crosswalk sign and lightly places his hand on the small of my back to urge me forward.… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I look back at Silas, who is adding more sugar to his coffee. “Okay. Fine. One class, but only because I might… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Rosie flicks out her second knife and takes aim. It spins out of her hand like a star, straight at the Alpha’s… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Do you . . .” I begin, then turn around to make sure Scarlett is really asleep, not just faking it—her chest… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“We’ll go out tomorrow morning, then. First thing,” she ventures, more to Silas than me. “Though how the hell are we supposed… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know you’d grown to love hunting so much,” Silas notes, sounding genuinely surprised. I backpedal. “I . . . I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Silas nods and turns to back the car up, accidently brushing a hand against my shoulders as he does so. “Sorry,” he… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Rosie!” Scarlett shouts. There’s fear in her voice, mixed with fury. I grit my teeth. My sister flings the bathroom door open,… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“You need some help, Rosie?” His footsteps quicken behind me, and before I can respond, I feel his calloused hands on my… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry, Rosie,” Silas says when he sees the sadness in my eyes. I shake my head, trying to brush the look… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Oh god. Screwtape, I hate you.” I cry and laugh in the same breath as I trudge toward them. My clothes are… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“So, did you see that community center I was talking about?” “What? Where?” “We walked right past it, just before that grocery… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I hesitate, then put my other hand on top of his. We're partners. Always have been, even when I hate him, when he's a… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“When they attack her, I scream until my voice is hoarse so I don't have to hear the shredding sounds.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“No importa si no te entienden, lo que importa es que tengas el valor de decirlo.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“So, did you see that community center I was talking about?” “What? Where?” “We walked right past it, just before that grocery store. I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“I don't care anymore. Even if she never speaks to me again because of the press, she's worth it. She makes me a person,… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“You need some help, Rosie?” His footsteps quicken behind me, and before I can respond, I feel his calloused hands on my waist. I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“Jealousy is a mortal emotion. One that means I feel I have something to lose--something that, if gone, will tear away a part of… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“Would I trade that in, give it away for the hunt? I stumble down the stairs of a subway. No. I couldn’t trade it… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“We’ll go out tomorrow morning, then. First thing,” she ventures, more to Silas than me. “Though how the hell are we supposed to hunt?… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“The air feels sugary and thick, between the coffee steam and the music, and I forget to notice time passing, hours passing.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“Oh god. Screwtape, I hate you.” I cry and laugh in the same breath as I trudge toward them. My clothes are covered in… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“Rosie laughs. She reaches around Silas’s neck—he looks taller, older than normal—and twirls the hair at the nape of his neck around her fingers.… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“Here I am, saving your lives, bitten and scarred and wounded for you, and you don't even know it.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
“Maybe I'm a masochist, but watching them together would hurt, sting with jealousy and betrayal. Hurt would be something, at least, some feeling to… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share
