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“This sunball-watching person doesn't fit with my mental image of the Shadow of Death.' 'Sorry to disappoint.' Hunt's turn to lift a brow. 'What do you think I do with my spare time?' 'I don't know. I assumed you cursed at the stars and brooded and plotted revenge on all your enemies.”

“Boyfriend sounds weird for you. It's so... young. But what else is there?' If he had a star on his chest, Hunt knew it'd be glowing as he asked. 'Partner?' 'Not sexy enough.' 'Lover?' 'Does that come with a ruff and a lute?' He swept a wing over her bare thigh. 'Anyone ever tell you that you're a pain in the ass?' 'Just ye olde lover.”

“She laid he palm over his thundering heart. 'Did you just call me a fucking coward?' Hunt tipped his head to the stars and laughed. 'So what if I did?' She angled her face closer to his. 'Too bad all that healing firstlight didn't turn you into a decent person.' 'Where would the fun be in that, Quinlan?”

“He knows we're a team.' 'A team,' Hunt said slowly. As if, out of everything she'd laid out, that was what he chose to dwell on. 'You know what I mean,' Bryce said. 'I'm not sure I do.' Had his voice dropped lower? 'We're roomies,' she said, her own voice getting breathy. 'Roomies.' 'Occasional Beer Pong Champions?' Hunt snatched the hat off her head and plunked it back on his own, backward as usual. 'Yes, the Autumn King truly fears our unholy beer pong alliance.”

“You said you love me.' 'And?' She cocked an eyebrow. Hunt's mouth twitched upward. 'It was said under duress.' She bit her lip. He wanted to plant his teeth there. 'Are you asking whether I meant it, or do you think you're that good with your mouth that I went out of my mind?' He flicked her nose. 'Smart-ass.' She flopped back onto the mattress. 'They're both true.”

“I thought we weren't working together anymore.' 'You're on probation. You can thank your abs for that.' He took her face in his hands, squeezing her cheeks as he pressed a chaste kiss to her brow. 'I'll send you some photos later. Don't show Athalar.' Bryce shoved him. 'Send me an otter and we'll be even.”

“His wing brushed her bare shoulder and she turned her head to find him with his head propped on a fist. 'Don't do that.' 'What?' His eyes sparkled in the dimness. She turned onto her own side and waved a hand toward him. 'Look so... like that.' His lips curled upward. 'Sexy? Attractive? Seductive?' 'All of the above.”

“Bryce clamped her fingers around his. 'You might see yourself that way, but I see you, too, Athalar. I see your kindness and your... whatever.' She squeezed his hand for emphasis. 'I see all the shit you conveniently forget. Briggs is a bad person. He might have once gotten into the human rebellion for the right reasons, but he is a bad person. You aren't. You will never be. End of story.' 'This bargain I've got with Micah suggests otherwise-' 'You're not like him.”

“I have fun with you, Quinlan. Despite how terrible this case is, despite all of it, I haven't had fun like this in a while.' In ever. He could have sworn she blushed. 'Hang with me, Athalar,' she said, trying to wipe the grime off her legs and hands from kneeling at the grate entrance, 'and you might get rid of that sick up your ass after all.”

“There are thirty-six photos on your four-year-old phone, and all of them are of dismembered bodies,' she said. Someone gasped across the store. Hunt gritted his teeth. 'Say it a little louder, Quinlan.' She frowned. 'You never take any others?' 'Of what?' 'Oh, I don't know- of life? A pretty flower or good meal or something?' 'What's the point?' She blinked, then shook her head. 'Weirdo.' And before he could stop her, she'd angled his phone in front of her, beamed from ear to ear, and snapped a photo of herself before she handed it back to him. 'There. One non-corpse photo.”

“I know you'll keep going forward, Quinlan- even if it sucks.' 'What makes you so sure of it?' His feet were silent as he crossed the kitchen. She tipped back her head to hold his stare. 'Because you pretend to be irreverent and lazy, but deep down, you don't give up. Because you know that if you do, then they win. All the asp-holes, as you called them, win. So living, and living well- it's the greatest fuck you that you can ever give them.' 'That's why you're still fighting.' He ran a hand ver the tattoo on his brow. 'Yes.' She let out a hmm, stirring the mixture in the pain again. 'Well then, Athalar. I guess it'll be you and me in the trenches for a while longer.' He smiled at her, more openly than he'd dared do with anyone in a long while. 'You know,' he said, 'I think I like the sound of that.”