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820 pages, Paperback
First published April 5, 2022
Just before my butt naked self could dive into the water, a blur of motion forced me to skid to a halt and my fangs snapped out as I came face to face with Lance Orion in his professor bullshit suit as he snarled right back at me with his fangs out too.
“Fifty points from Terra for showing your cock to a teacher, Altair,” he snapped, his nose wrinkling as he glared at me and I glared right back.
Though sometimes Professor Orion showed up here to hang out with Darius, promptly disappearing whenever me or any of the Heirs appeared. I knew Darius had been friends with him for years, but the dude had issues, and since he’d shot a peach into my mouth during sex ed the other day and nearly choked me to death on it for talking too loudly about my sexual experiences, I couldn’t say I was much of a fan of him.
“Despite myself, a laugh slips out. “Shut up,” I say softly, pushing his shoulder lightly.
“Only if you put something in my mouth,” he replies smoothly. “I prefer pussies, but tits work too.”
“I wrinkle my nose. “You stink like a human.”
The room is quiet for a long moment. Then Famine lets out a loud, booming laugh.
“I hate to break it to you, flower,” he says, “but for the rest of our mortal lives, you’ll probably have to lower your standards. I now am in the unfortunate habit of eating and sweating and”—I see him shudder in the dim light—”shitting. What an ungodly activity shitting is.”
It’s now my turn to laugh. “How undignified that must be for you.”
“I have been humbled before God,” he agrees.”
“Whoever invented feelings deserved to be shot.”
“She curled a hand around the back of my neck, resting her forehead to mine. “You better not ever be done with me,” she said.
“Never,” I vowed. “Not for as long as I live.”
No one could ground me quite like she could, even when she was the source of my nerves
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