Do you still have those tranquilizer darts I gave you? Oh, please. Cinder forced herself to stand, though her legs still shook. Do you have any idea how many times I've nearly died since you gave me those? They're long gone. Dr. Erland harrumphed. I'll make you some more. I have a feeling you're going to need them.
This must be weird for you, Thorne said, dragging his fingers across a radar screen. Your cyborg girlfriend being a wanted outlaw and your fiancée's niece and all that. Kai grimaced, which made his cheek start smarting again. Honestly, I try not to think about the details.
It's dumb, I know. It's not like Levana cares if I, you know, might have actual feelings for someone. He craned his head again, tossing the screw back onto its pile. Cinder's entire body tingled at his words, but she gulped, forcing the giddiness away. She reminded herself that this was the last time she would ever see him.
Channary did not like to take the elevators. She had once told Levana that she felt queenly having to lift her skirts as she went up and down the stairs. It had taken all of Levana's efforts not to ask if that was the same reason she lifted her skirts all those other times too.
Do I have permission to take control of you first? Just your bodies, not your minds. I've been waiting for you to admit you wanted my body, said Thorne. He laid a hand on the gun at his waist. Be my guest. Wolf.
Cress's adrenaline was pumping like jet fuel through her veins as she scanned the room. She was surrounded by invisi-screens and holographs and programming, and the familiarity of it all made the knot in her stomach loosen. Instinct and habit. She formed a checklist in her mind.
Scarlet's hand instinctively went to her lower back, where a small pistol was warm against her skin. Her grandma had given it to her on her eleventh birthday with the paranoid warning: You just never know when a stranger will want to take you somewhere you don't mean to go.
He was surprised at how angry he sounded -no, how angry he felt. Because it was impossible. It was impossible and unfair, and he had spent too many years in the trenches of unfairness to get riled up about it now.
Sweet Crescent Moon...," he whispered, his lips barely able to form the words. He began to shiver. "Up in the sky..." He hummed a few bars of a song, a lullaby that seemed barely familiar. "You sing your song...so sweetly...after sunshine passes....
Her headache began to fade, replaced with the strength of his heartbeat and the way she felt almost delicate when she was pressed up against him like this. Almost fragile. Almost safe. Almost like a princess.
First," said Adrian, "you missed a sprinkle." He reached out and brushed a thumb across the corner of Nova's mouth. She froze, the touch sending a quiver through her insides. When he pulled back, a small orange sprinkle was resting on the pad of his thumb, which he popped into his mouth, eyes teasing. "Second, you're absolutely right.
In fact, Cinder continued, my understanding is that, under Kai—Emperor Kai—Kaito? She raised her eyebrows at him, realizing this was the first time she'd ever been expected to be formal in his presence.
I have a confession, Kai mumbled into her hair. She tilted her head to peer at him. Careful. There could be paparazzi hiding behind these trees. Any confessions might end up on tomorrow's newsfeeds. He pretended to consider this for a moment, eyes twinkling, before he said, I could live with that.
She knew it wasn't real. She knew the holograph wouldn't hurt. But she also knew that fire was dangerous, and illusions were dangerous, and being tricked into believing things that weren't real was often the most dangerous thing of all.