Cali Mae

“Dear heart, I think you'll ruin me."
Whatever words he has left are lost to the wind as Jude storms furiously forward-
And crashes his mouth into mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.”
― Shannon J. Spann, A Stage Set for Villains

“What will it take to get some silence?"
"Well, for one, I'm starving."
I pull open the pack of gifts he stole from that family and throw a piece of stale bread at him, praying it shuts him up.
"Players don't need good much, Alistaire."
My head is pounding now. "Fine. What do you need?" I ask, exasperated.
"Attention." He pouts at me.
I groan and drop my face into my hands.”
― Shannon J. Spann, A Stage Set for Villains

“What does that mean?"
His hands are warm, but his tone ices over. "It means if it comes down to losing your character now, or losing you forever, I will skin that costume off you myself.”
― Shannon J. Spann, A Stage Set for Villains

“Why are you so angry? Really."
Defensiveness rises in my shoulder, this time, I catch it and coax the sharp words back down my throat. I've been asking myself the same question. "I don't fit properly anywhere." The words take a moment to find. "And it doesn't feel fair. Like I'm this badly cut piece of a puzzle that doesn't fit with the others."
Jude considers my words, leans his head back into the wall. His chest rises and falls for several beats, the timbre of his voice lowering. "If you have to saw all your edges to fit, you're probably in the wrong puzzle.”
― Shannon J. Spann, A Stage Set for Villains