Brylee Skinner

“Depend on a man to feed you, and you give him the power to starve you.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross

“I’m not sleeping with her,” I add quickly, watching to see how Alexa reacts. Nothing. Her eyes stayed glued to her phone. “Maybe not right this very second.” Grave snorts. Emilee smiles. “I hope you fired her then.” Nope. But it’s on my list of things to do now. She’s been acting weird ever since I told her I didn’t give a fuck who she slept with. And then add the fact that she saw me with Alexa.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross

“IT’S A QUARTER till three when I pull up to her bar. Hers is the only car left in the parking lot. Getting out of mine, I walk up to the back door and enter. Grinding my teeth, I’m irritated that she leaves it unlocked. That’s not fucking safe. I walk down the long hallway and come to a stop when I see her standing behind the bar, cleaning it off with a towel, softly humming to herself. She turns and jumps, letting out a scream when she spots me. “Jesus, Cross.” Her hand goes to her chest. “What the fuck are you doing? Creeping?” “Well, if you’d lock your door …” “Don’t start with me.” She slaps the towel on the bar. “I’m not in the mood.” Then she disappears into the cooler.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross

“Haven and Alexa had taken April to the hospital. Grave ran out of there so fast we couldn’t keep up. Once we arrived at the hospital, we found out April had lost the baby.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross