Kiss ​of Venom (Elemental Assassin 8,5) 2 csillagozás

„You made her some more knives?” Phillip scoffed. „Really? The five you made her for Christmas weren't enough?”
„Have you met Gin?”

“You’re an idiot.”
I glanced over at my best friend, Phillip Kincaid. “Really? I’m an idiot? Because I’d say it takes one to know one.”

“Somebody should punch that jackass in the face for bothering her,” I muttered.
Phillip chuckled. “You know what? I think that jealousy suits you.”
I turned my glare to him. “Maybe I should punch you in the face too.”

Cooper looked at me with sad, knowing, pitying eyes. Phillip measured everything that I said, no matter how innocent or unimportant, as though he didn’t really believe any of my words. Eva glared at me with such disgust sometimes that it took my breath away.
And then there was Gin, whom I’d wounded the worst. Because she’d saved us all from Salina’s twisted revenge scheme, and I’d turned my back on her like a fool. I’d lashed out at Gin, when I should have been blaming myself for not protecting her and the others from Salina in the first place.

“Hey!”Phillip said, jerking away from me and smoothing down his jacket. “You could have just asked nicely. There’s no need to get physical.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “This from a man who enjoys personally throwing people off his riverboat instead of letting his giant guards do it for him?”
Phillip grinned. “Do you not know how much fun that is? All you have to do is flip them over the side of the railing, listen to them scream, then wait for the splash. A few manage to go in feet first, but most of them do some sort of awkward, flailing belly flop, which only makes it that much more painful and the splash that much bigger. Splat. You can hear the sound all the way up to the top deck. I’m telling you, it’s awesome to watch. Besides, I don’t throw everybody off the riverboat. That would be bad for business. I only do it when people cheat. Or drink too much. Or fight with the staff. Or act like idiots. Or annoy me. Or—”
He would have kept ticking off more supposed infractions on his fingers if I hadn’t shaken my head.

“Follow me,”I said.
I started to walk away, but Phillip didn’t move. Instead, he gave me a pointed look.
“What are you?”I growled. “Twelve?”
He responded by crossing his arms over his chest and rocking back on his heels.
I sighed, remembering exactly how stubborn he could be. “Fine. Please. Please follow me, your royal highness.”
After a moment, Phillip grinned and uncrossed his arms. “See? Asking nicely doesn’t hurt so much, now, does it? And I kind of like that whole royal highness thing. Yeah, I could definitely get used to you calling me that.”