Dove Hendry személy
I don't answer, my eyes flying across the grass, as if I'm in search of something. Anything. Maybe what I'm searching for are the words that flutter over the tip of my tongue, threatening to slice him across the neck.
„Well, at least you're with girls and not four males who may or may not murder you…” I murmur.
Rose's eyes flick over my shoulder, and I follow. My jaw clenches when I see King seated a few rows behind where I was, his eyes lazy and his lips in a flat line. I hate that my stomach and chest feel as though they've been punched every time I find him watching me. Why does he have to be so infuriatingly handsome?
„I don't know.” Rose bumps her shoulder with mine. „Seems like a pretty good way to wake up dead.”
I roll my eyes. „Rosé, you don't wake up if you're dead.”
I close my eyes and lick my lips, focused on my breathing. If they wanted to kill you, Dove, you'd be dead. Chill.
The first thing I feel is the sand beneath my shoes vibrate. The first thing I hear is the clinking of metal, and the first thing I think to myself is… what the fuck have I gotten myself into?
She can't fucking know who we are. I mean, who we really fucking are. I smirk as the water drips down my face. Revenge isn't always sweet; sometimes, it's a bitter reminder of the demons you missed, so you need to cock back, aim, reload, and… bang.
„You gonna drink your drink?” Kyrin asks, nudging his head toward the glass.
„I don't take drinks from strangers.”
„Huh.” Kyrin smiles. „Maybe that's something we could learn. You know, don't take humans who don't belong to you.”