Sins of the Demon (Kara Gillian #4) Thread of Death (Elemental Assassin #5.5)
For a second, the blonde looks like she’s going to hiss for real. Instead, she flashes a mocking smile. Uh-huh, you two are the cutest.
He stared at his phone. What is . . .His heart did a rapid thud in his chest, his lips spread into a grin. The woman had finally texted him.
Pretty Little Liars (Pretty Little Liars #1)
We’ll see you in three months. Manny’s words snapped Victor out of his thoughts and back into his office.He reached out, shook their hands, and walked them to the door. Thank you, gentlemen.Victor snatched his phone and dialed Shannon’s number the second he was alone.
Soldier's Christmas (Wingmen Warriors #8)
She picked up on the second ring.Hello, Victor.
He liked hearing his name from her lips.
Good afternoon.I’m not afraid of confrontation, and I’m certainly not going to pretend everything is fine and dandy when it isn’t. My harsh words clearly have an effect on her, because after several tense moments, she backpedals like crazy.
TANSY: You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m being ridiculous. Let me talk to Lamar again and we’ll meet you at the club, ok?My jaw falls open. Is she nuts? Why would that be okay? Teeth clenched, I quickly compose an essay. Thesis statement: fuck you.
Rapture (Fallen #4)
ME: No, not ok. And don’t bother with the club. Just stay at Lamar’s—that’s clearly what you want to do tonight anyway, and I don’t want to spend time with someone who doesn’t want to spend time with me. I’m making other plans, T. I’ve got other friends in the city, so enjoy your evening and maybe I’ll see you tomorrow morning.Five seconds later, the phone starts to ring.
My sparkly dress and I end up at a small music venue near Fenway Park. Initially, I try hitting a couple of different bars. I usually have no problem going out alone and talking to strangers, but I’m in such a sour mood tonight that I find myself scowling at anyone who tries to approach me, male or female. I don’t want a hookup or a conversation. I want to be left alone.I decide I need a place where the music is so loud it’ll deter any and all overtures.
Bulldozer fits that bill, but I don’t feel like dancing anymore, either. I want to order a drink and sulk in silence. Or rather, sulk to deafening heavy metal music, because the venue I wander into is featuring a metal band tonight. Perfect.The club consists of one main room just big enough to house a narrow stage and a tiny mosh pit. A few standing tables are tucked against a brick wall that’s painted black and spray-painted with graffiti. There’s a bar on the other wall, but no counter space, so I saunter toward the tables. They’re all empty.
Everyone is staring at me as I cross the dark room, probably because I’m dressed for a night out on the town, whereas most of them look like they crawled out from under a boardwalk. Rumpled clothing, greasy hair, and more Pantera and Slayer shirts than I can count. Luckily, the lighting is practically nonexistent, so it’s nearly impossible to make out people’s actual faces in the shadows. While I feel their stares, luckily I don’t have to see them.What can I do ya for? A waiter with black hair that hangs down to his waist comes over to serve me. Band’s about to go on, so you’d better order quick.