Home > Work > Forget About Midnight (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #9)
1 " Please, don’t take it personally,” I said, shivering even though I felt no chill. “Of course not. I’m sure you dry heave after orgasm with all of your lovers.” The sound of clothing rustling followed his snide remark. A few items hit my back as he tossed them at me. “Here. Get dressed. We have to get this door open.” I reached for my clothes and rose, donning them fast. “Um, Falon, where’s my underwear?” “Oh these?” He forced me to glance over my shoulder to find him twirling my black panties on one finger. “I’m keeping them. "
― Trina M. Lee , Forget About Midnight (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #9)
2 " But I like it, Shaz. That’s the part that makes me a monster. I fucking love it.” “So does Arys, but he’s not running amok like a fucking lunatic slaughtering college kids and fucking fallen angels. "
3 " I can’t be fixed, and I don’t even want to be. Because as long as you think I’m damaged goods that need to be repaired, neither of us will be happy. You can’t turn me into your ideal version of me, "
4 " Whatever Arys had been up to recently, it wasn’t any saner than what I’d been doing. He was losing it, and I was willing to bet he didn’t even realize it. At least I knew I was going mad. "
