Lowkey didn't expect this to be good, this book somehow had the most well-thought-out vampire and supernatural plot I've read. Also, that slow burn and finding out your whole life had been a lie was *chef's kiss*
Funny moments:
- “He’d been about to drain her,” I told Maz, thinking back to the way he’d fed on her, sucking at her neck as she… I shivered, remembering the human’s moan of pleasure. Disgusting.
- “Hey, how are you?” I approached the couch with caution. One ice cream container was already empty and on the floor, and I was regretting my decision to take her with me tonight. Maybe she wasn’t ready to go back to hunting yet. She looked up at me and wiped at her eyes. “I’m good. I’ve decided to become a lesbian.”
- That delayed healing, but he would be okay if he was able to feed. (yeah on you lol)
- “We need to date normal guys. The society inflates their egos. We need like … engineers or bankers, or boring guys who think we are exciting,” Liv declared.
- This guy was on death’s doorstep and he was commenting on my hair?
- Me: Don’t leave your room. My boss thinks I killed you. Random Dude From Bar: Yes my lady.
- I was falling for a vampire who was fighting to keep me alive so he could have dinner.
- Why couldn’t I have bonded with a guy who had a pulse?
- “What did you do to piss her off?” I mean, from what I’d heard it wasn’t that hard to accomplish. The queen was a complete psycho. His eyes darkened. “I was born.”
Fav smut moments:
- Luka strained against my hold and I opened my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, and clenched. This bastard was going to get himself killed, and for what? To save a murdering, blood-draining asshole like Thorin? And no doubt give away my hiding spot in the process…? No way.
- His eyes fell to my lips, then I felt him harden, his erection growing between us. I unclenched my legs and opened my mouth in shock, swallowing my gasp as a halfcocked grin swept across his face. Luka pulled himself away from me a few inches, giving us both some room to breathe. Was he … attracted to me? The thought was horrifying. I mean I had straddled him, but … he was a demon. Hell spawn.
- Aspen, you are a stupid woman, I told myself as I dropped to my knees. You hunt these animals, not keep them alive! I raged at myself as I draped my hair across one shoulder, exposing my neck. You protect humans from being fed on like animals, you do not willingly give your blood. I leaned forward and pressed my neck to his lips. You… Pleasure exploded inside of me as two sharp pricks sliced into my neck.
- Trust, adoration, life, vitality, love, bond, darkness, all of these words and feelings swirled around my head as pleasure pulsed through my body like a wave of heat. Tingly warmth spread between my legs, and I reached up and threaded my fingers through his hair, pushing him harder into my neck. I moaned at the same time he did, and his hand came around my back to trail my spine.
- One second I was sitting on the bench and the next I was in his arms, legs dangling over the side of his as he tipped my jaw up and sank his teeth into my neck. There was no time for me to direct him to drink from my wrist, because this was already happening and holy hell it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. A moan slipped from my lips as I reached out and grasped his bicep, letting my nails dig into the hard meat of his arm. He yanked my hair a little as he fisted it at the nape of my neck, and heat blossomed between my legs.
- “Too far!” This time I reached up my hand to really let him have it, but he caught it midair, yanking me forward as I stumbled toward him, slamming my body flush up against his. “And a naive, devastatingly sexy woman with red hair is my kryptonite,” he huffed.
- “It’s getting too obvious. We need to do it somewhere … more discreet.” A sly grin pulled at the corners of Luka’s lips. “I love how much humans blush. It tells me a lot.” Kill me now.
- Stepping forward, he reached out and brushed a light finger over my inner thigh. “The femoral artery is a good one if … you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with that option.”
- “I’m awful at many things. Scrabble, drawing, eating with chopsticks. But kissing isn’t one of them,” I said, and his eyes went half-lidded. He was waiting, waiting for me.
- “Come in. I hear your heartbeat,” Luka said, and I groaned.
- “Aspen?” He looked up at me seductively and my throat went dry. “Hmm?” His gaze fell to my bare legs and my giant rose tattoo, and then slowly trailed their way back up my body. “If you want me to behave, then please stop wearing those tiny shorts around me.”
- “Maybe I don’t want you to behave.” The words had barely left my lips before he sprang from his knees and placed a hand behind my back, pushing me gently onto the bed and lowering himself over me.
- This kiss broke me and put me back together in the same moment.
Favourite quotes:
- As a failsafe, I had stakes built into the heels of my stilettos, I only needed to uncap them.
- Hah! He was asking consent to touch my hips? That was hilarious considering he’d drained a girl and killed her.
- Dominus coercere. My hands froze. My Latin was impeccable. Those two words basically meant “master of compulsion.”
- Sterling was my first love, first kiss, almost my first everything. I’d wanted more out of our semi-casual relationship and his answer was to break up with me and move to New York. (they probably didn't need to kill AND decapitate his head at the end tbh)
- Vampiric imprinting, unlike werewolf imprinting, can only be done with a willing feeder and it is very rare. The vampires call it the Bonding. It is not a process one can control, but is thought to be born out of conditions with many factors. 1. The vampire and feeder must both be sexually attracted to each other. Frick. 2. The vampire must be near death. Double frick. 3. It must be the first time the vampire had fed from said feeder.
- The feeder takes on the vampire’s symptoms of thirst until that vampire’s thirst is quenched. The symptoms are headaches, nausea, thirst, and rage.
- Could this day get any worse? I didn’t want to tempt fate by asking.
- I looked down, shocked to see a wooden stake had been driven into my abdomen from behind. (was hoping she'd need to be saved by being turned into a vampire but I suppose that plot device can be used later in the series)
- Luka’s fingers gently probed my wound and I whimpered, my teeth chattering. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore,” I assured him. His jaw clenched. “That means you’re near death. Pain means you’re still alive.” With that sobering fact, everything blurred around me as he zoomed us out of the gala, and then the dizziness finally took me, and everything went black.
- I reached behind my back and pulled out my pistol, brandishing it before him and pointing it right between his eyes. “Hi.” The dude’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Damn. You must be Aspen.” I grinned, proud to have that sort of reputation around here.
- I mean, if I was attacked and turned into a vampire, would I drink blood to survive? Probably, yeah … as long as it didn’t hurt anyone and they were willing. Would that make me a demon? A monster?
- “Listen, Aspen, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’re in a cult. They lie to you, make up profiles on the vamps you kill to assuage your guilt, and trick you into murdering them. Luka’s a good guy, an innocent guy, and you’re killing him.”
- Izzy looked sideways at me as she closed the app and canceled the hit. “There are no families or chief of police that hire you. We do. Rival vampires, fey, witches, whoever. You’re hired assassins,” Izzy said blankly.
- I’d noticed that the lowest bounty able to be paid was twenty thousand. But we only got five. That meant Maz was taking seventy-five percent. Bile rose in my throat as my body went into shock. Nothing was real.
- “I … thought your faith … was kind of beautiful. I didn’t want to be … the one to make you…” His voice was so soft and weak, I had to lean in closer to hear him. “To make you hate God.”
- The fact that there were no hunters at the House of Rose over the age of twenty-five—I’d assumed they all retired or died like Sterling said, but … what if they found out? What if they were silenced?
- We watched on in horrified silence as Sterling clicked through each and every picture. They all used one of three photos. The redhead, the brunette female, and the blond male. All of them. All. Of. Them.
- A wild idea, a huge idea. What if Liv, Sterling, Vasquez, and I started our own hunter house? One that only killed in self-defense, and one that protected. A bodyguard service for humans and supernatural.
- Breeder: Marilee Rose. I frowned at the word breeder. My mother? Was that … my mother? Why would she be called a breeder…? When I got to the next line, my entire body stiffened. Genetics: 86% human, 14% Fey The air froze in my lungs as I stared at Sterling’s cursive note. Not human?
- Aspen Rose, healthy female hunter baby. $10,000 It was a transaction receipt, signed by Maz herself. I was bought. Like property, like cattle, like a slave.