“Cheers,” he muttered, knocking his cup against hers. “This Valentine’s Day punch is awful. Who the fuck made it?” “Moses did.” Reed sighed. “I think he was trying to poison us.” “His mission was successful.” Ashford frowned into his cup.… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“So … penises, right? I mean … just wow, so many penises. What would a girl even do with that many penises together in… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“They’re dazed because you don’t have your ‘back the fuck off’ sign on today.” — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“We can put your friends in the tower,” Vidrol added, rubbing a finger along the sharp line of his jaw. “It’s only a matter… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“You’re a dick,” Isobel huffed. “I’m the dick who carries you to bed every night.” “You’re all right, as far as dicks go.” “High… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“They’re surrounding us,” he grunted against my neck. “But they won’t go near your fire. Thanks for that, by the way. You’re not the… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“I think you two are secretly friends,” I joked, as Vidrol shoved Vale to the side to avoid a rotten piece of wood jutting… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“All of you. Why are you … being …” I struggled for the right word. “Nice?” “We’re courting you,” Andel said, like it was… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“You’re not ready, Skayld. You say you aren’t damaged, but you are. You’re terrified of forming emotional attachments. You might be ready to sleep… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“I’m the only one getting punished,” he grumbled. “I could never really hurt you. I tried. I couldn’t. I wanted to make you bleed,… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“You’re infamous. Apparently you have hair the colour of a desert sunset, and eyes that flash like a desert storm—nobody told me that your… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“They knew that synfees were evil, and tricked you into thinking that they were beautiful just so that they could drag you off to… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“Why are you helping me?” she asked quietly. “Because Oscar is here,” he responded automatically. “And he’s one of us. The real question is… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
