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81 " He didn’t pay attention to her. I held my breath waiting for him to tell me what he saw. Valerie "
― Nikki Jefford , Entangled (Spellbound, #1)
82 " Keep your hands to yourself, Perez.” Gray nearly laughed. After being groped all day by Blake, Raj was telling her to keep her hands to herself? “What’s the deal, McKenna? You were about to give me some trinket, "
83 " Charlene’s face contorted. “You’re so freaking selfish!” “Me? "
84 " What about me? You expect me to watch?” Gray said. “Sure, that won’t haunt me the rest of my days.” Charlene’s "
85 " You sounded like your sister just a moment ago. I came here to help you, remember? "
86 " You’re joking?” Nolan had always struck her as a virgin, not a boy who’d seduced or been seduced by an older woman. “Nope.” “Were "
87 " Charlene pulled back. “Oh, no, don’t do anything to Blake.” No, good ol’ Blake was beyond reproach in Charlene’s book. They’d gone to homecoming together and been inseparable ever since . . . well, until today. Not that Gray would do anything bad to him either way. Both she and Charlene had taken the Vow of Honor at age twelve, and that meant absolutely no black magic. Gray "
88 " Now I was curious. Valerie jumped down from the bleachers. “Fane!” He didn’t pay attention to her. I held my breath waiting for him to tell me what he saw. Valerie sashayed her way over to Fane, red hair blazing down her shoulders. "
89 " streaking in front of her peers. Raj McKenna clearly respected power. That’s what he really wanted from Gray—to strip her of her most prized spell and make it his own. Let’s how fast he’d ditch her once he’d gotten what he wanted. Gray pushed her bowl of oatmeal aside and stared across the dining table at her mother. "
90 " from Gray—to strip her of her most prized spell and make it his own. Let’s how fast he’d ditch her once he’d gotten what he wanted. Gray pushed her bowl of oatmeal aside and stared across the dining table at her mother. "
91 " Oh, for freak’s sake—were they kidding her? What was it with their paper and follow through? Maybe teenage deaths and accidents were just too common an occurrence in Kent these days. Gray "
92 " McKenna clearly respected power. That’s what he really wanted from Gray—to strip her of her most prized spell and make it his own. Let’s how fast he’d ditch her once he’d gotten what he wanted. "
93 " Gray couldn’t help hating her just a little and Charlene had been happy to join in. Worse than losing her spot at the top, Gray hadn’t been able to perform magic without freezing up after streaking in front of her peers. Raj McKenna clearly respected power. That’s what he really wanted from Gray—to strip her of her most prized spell and make it his own. Let’s how fast he’d ditch her once he’d gotten what he wanted. Gray pushed her "
94 " Thank goodness.” Gray took a seat on a barstool at the counter and scooped a bite of oatmeal with all the goodies onto her spoon. “The good news is I didn’t accidentally purge Charlene from existence.” “And "
95 " They were supposed to be discussing Yeats that afternoon and Gray didn’t appreciate having Charlene’s minion stop her on the way to class with a message that her sister planned on plunging to her death before the day was out. That would teach Blake Foster—or so Charlene thought. The jerk had dumped her sister after first period and, worse, had been seen sucking face with Stacey Morehouse at lunch. Gray started shivering "
96 " Gray nearly laughed. After being groped all day by Blake, Raj was telling her to keep her hands to herself? “What’s the deal, McKenna? You were about to give me some trinket, anyway. Do I only get it if I’m dead? "
97 " Raj chose the table in the back corner of The Daily Grind. The Grind wasn’t your typical dark-paneled, cozy coffee house. The outer walls were glass and the place had a high ceiling. It looked modern, light, and clean. There was the additional benefit of drawing an older crowd rather than McKinley students. "
98 " Shay still looked peeved. If a French native were in the room she’d probably insist that she was right and they were wrong. “What’s going on?” she asked. Raj "
99 " were supposed to be discussing Yeats that afternoon and Gray didn’t appreciate having Charlene’s minion stop her on the way to class with a message that her sister planned on plunging to her death before the day was out. That would teach Blake Foster—or so Charlene thought. The jerk had dumped her sister "
100 " tombstone. I want to know what it was.” Gray took a step closer and reached for Raj’s pocket. He grabbed her wrist before she could dig inside his pants for the mystery object, then secured her second wrist. She writhed under his grasp and Raj tightened his hold. “Keep your h "