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" I’m also not a casual date kind of guy.” In fact, he never had been. “That doesn’t work for me.” He’d already tasted her, and he’d already had her. A part of him, one darker than before Scorpius, wanted to bind her to him no matter what.
“I don’t know what that means,” she said, her gaze lifting.
“It means that if you’re mine, you’re mine.” There were probably better words, smoother words. But he didn’t have them. All he had was honesty, and he’d give that to her. "
― Rebecca Zanetti , Storm Gathering (The Scorpius Syndrome, #4)
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" He drew his weapon and pointed it between Greyson’s eyes.
Maureen gasped and slapped his arm. “Raze? Stop that. Stop it right now.”
In answer, Raze used his free hand to grab her chair and roll her behind him. “She leaves before anything goes down,” he said, his gaze fierce.
Greyson, to his credit, didn’t blink.
Maureen stood and smacked her brother on the top of the head with the flat of her hand.
Jax winced. “Don’t make him shoot, darlin;”
Greyson yawned. “Jesus Christ, I’m tired of this shit. Maureen, sit the hell back down. Raze, drop the gun. Jax, say something interesting.” The merc leader glanced sideways at Damon. “You, I like. You’re it. You’re the only person I like anywhere right now.”
Damon signed. “That’s a heavy burden, Grey. Just sayin’. "
― Rebecca Zanetti , Storm Gathering (The Scorpius Syndrome, #4)