• Blackout (Blackout #1) Beloved Vampire (Vampire Queen #4)

    Aldo raises his eyebrows. I can tell that he likes this idea, because he is both sharp and lazy and this will save him some work. When the two of you trained side by side, you always kept up with her.

    Stefan came closer. He didn’t tell me to climb from the cot. He didn’t tell me I was crushing his patient.Instead, he said, His system is severely exhausted and the infection has stolen whatever reserves he had left. He’ll wake up when he’s ready. But he’s alive, and we’ll do everything we can to keep him that way.

    Consumed (Firefighters #1)

    I didn’t have to choose.Galloway was here, with me, on the ship. He hadn’t gone to Conner. He hadn’t visited his mother.He was my havoc, my harmony, my only chance at hope.

    The Gift (The Original Sinners #0.5)

    I clutched him harder, kissing his warm, lifeless lips, staring into his gaunt face and sunburned nose. His long hair spread out like a crown, a mixture of browns and bronzes on white perfection.I’d left behind my phone, our videos, my notebooks, and three and a half years of carvings and creation.

    But I hadn’t left behind my husband.

    ...............................................Oh, good, I said as we stood in the doorway. I’d been afraid the room would be really depressing.

    At my side, Bee gave a little snort of laughter. Or maybe that was her trying to cover a sob. I felt a little sobby myself looking at that room.Two double beds took up most of the room; both were covered in bedspreads the same bright aqua as the bricks outside. I’d never thought of aqua as being a particularly offensive color before, but looking at those bedspreads, I knew that next school year I was totally banning anything even approaching that shade from any school dance decorations. I’d never be able to look at it again without wanting to slit my own throat.

    The Renegade Hunter (Argeneau #12)

    Moving into the room, I looked for a place to set my bag where it wouldn’t possibly pick up some kind of insect. I settled for the battered desk, and Bee did the same.Blythe apparently had no such issues with the room, though, because she cheerfully tossed her bag on one of the beds and flopped into a seated position, pulling her legs up under her.

    I wasn’t sure if she was doing yoga or just recharging her evil.Bee blinked twice and then said, I’m . . . gonna go call Ryan.

    Retrieving her cell phone from her pocket, she stepped outside, leaving me with Blythe. I waited until I heard Bee’s footsteps recede, then gingerly made my way over to the other bed. I needed to call my parents and Aunt Jewel, but I didn’t want to do that with Blythe in the room, and for some reason, I didn’t want to leave her by herself.I know that sounds stupid, but there was no telling what Blythe might get up to her on her own. So for now, I would just stay here and . . . watch her.

    You know, in a non-creepy way.She sat still on the middle of the bed, her legs folded, hands resting on her knees. She was taking deep breaths through her nose, and I didn’t want to disturb her but I also wanted to know what the heck she was doing.