“It’s illegal, you know,” he murmurs. “Stealing.” I clear my throat. “Stealing?” “My heart. I could have you arrested.” I snort. “For that tiny thing? I’d get a misdemeanor at most.” ArmandMda Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“I laugh. “How exactly do you see this…” I wave between the two of us, unable to come up with a descriptor “Beautiful friendship?” he supplies with a devilish grin. “…going?” I finish, ignoring him. “Us being mortal enemies and all.” “I prefer the term ‘star-crossed lovers.’” I snort. “Regardless, it can’t end well.” “The best romances don’t.” MedaArmand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“Rotten boys with their rotten eyes with their ridiculous rotten eyelashes. They suck a girl in, a pair of Venus fly-traps. No, Venus eye-traps.” MedaArmand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“That’s what I get for playing with fire,” he grumbles, rubbing his head. It can’t hurt too badly – his head is far too hard. “And here I always thought I was the one playing with fire. You being the bad boy.” “Nope,” he says, dropping down beside me. “The one playing with fire is the one most likely to get burned.” MedaArmand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“Maybe the problem is that demons belong with demons. Because they’re both takers. One takes from the other but she doesn’t miss it because she’s taking just as much from him. Like children with straws in each other’s milkshakes.” He pauses. “They would be as sneaky and mean in love as they are in everything else; but they’d also both be full and happy.” Armand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full of entreaty, as if he were saying: please, please let me come murder the molester with you. How do you say “no” to eyes like those? They are a magical combination of sex and puppy. Better than it sounds, I promise.” MedaArmand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“Forget them, Meda. Forget her.” He reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my face, tugging it toward him. “I like you as you are. Good, evil, whatever. All I care about is that you’re alive. Please, Meda.” MedaArmand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“You are a total nerd.” Not what he’s expecting, the darkness wiped away by a startled laugh. “What?” “Why else would you possibly know that?” I say it like I’m piecing together a puzzle – and I’m appalled by the picture it’s making. “You’re a nerd. A complete nerd. You nerdified sex. That just happened.” MedaArmand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“He doesn’t back down under my accusations. Instead he leans in, his big frame curving over me like a wave. “I would do all that and more.” His tone betrays a carefully restrained ferocity, and I see in him, shifting and fluttering, behind his eyes the monster I’ve always known is there. It makes my breath catch, the beautiful horror of it. He doesn’t try to hide it, if anything he leans in closer, filling my vision until he fills the world. Him and his dark devil’s eyes.” Armand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed
“A loyal demon? Who knew,” Jo jeers, and I want to hit her. “No,” Armand’s voice lashes out. “It’s predictably selfish.” Armand Book:Crushed Source: Crushed