Jennifer

“He went ahead to get Thierry. I have no idea where a hospital is in this place. If I did, that’s where your ass would be.”

It beats you bitching about me bleeding on you.”

“You’re so...annoying.”

I glared back at him. “I hope I stained your clothes

Zayne leaned in, and when he spoke, his voice was so low. “I feel like...like we’ve met before,” he said, and I vaguely became aware of Matthew’s fingers stilling. “I felt that way the first time we spoke, but we haven’t. I would’ve remembered.”

I also barely got any sleep last night and, unlike you, I didn’t have a comfortable leg to nap on,

And what is that?” Frustrated, I crossed my arms. “Do each other’s hair and try out face masks?”
“Oh, will you braid my hair for me?

“Do I look that bad?” I asked.
“No. You look perfect.”

He’s probably the biggest pain in my ass that has ever existed.” Zayne paused. “Which means you’ll probably get along with him.”

God, I hate you,” Zayne grumbled.
“Hey! That’s the first time you used my name.”

“Of course.” Cayman turned back to Zayne and me. “Always good seeing you.” Then he looked at me. “You scare me.”

“And on top of all that, I was raised to believe that demons were evil, no gray area, and here I am with the Crown Prince of Hell who builds pillow forts like that’s normal—”
“It’s normal for me,” Roth murmured. “I like pillow forts.”