Edytka

“Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in place.

"Nick? You all right?"

He didn't respond.

Kyrian moved around him until he stood in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Nick's face. "Kid?"

Nick blinked before he met Kyrian's gaze. "I'm not worthy," he said in a breathless tone.

Baffled by his comment, Kyrian stared at him. "What?"

Nick gestured towards his cars. "Dude that's a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and a Bentley. And I'm not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that's real gold trim in the Bugatti. There's more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn't even be breathing the same air."

Kyrian laughed at his awed tone. "It's all right, Nick. I need you to clean them."

"Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What if I scratch them?"

"You won't"

"Nah I might. Those aren't cars, Kyrian. Those are works of art. I'm talking serious modes of transportation."

"I know, and I drive them all the time."

"No, no, no, no, no. I can't touch something so fine. I can't"

Kyrian cuffed him on the shoulder. "Yes, you can. They don't bite, and they need to be washed.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Invincible

“1. Replace upstairs hall bathroom lightbulb.
2. Get online and research Ferragamo shoes, then email someone named Kell to see if he could convert Ferragamos into weapons.
3. Order a replacement coat for the one that was torn. (see closet for coat) Make sure it matches exactly.
4. Wash Cars.
5. Take out trash for Rosa
6. Most important, don't bitch.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Invincible

“I would ask what it is you think you're doing, but... you are a teenager. I should have known better than to leave you in the car unattended. Next time, I'll seal you in there...probably with bricks. Maybe even mortar."

Nick ignored his dry tone. "Just so long as you make sure nothing can get inside to kill me, I'm good with that."

Ash frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"The kid dead on the ground. Fourteen, Ash. Fourteen. I'm fourteen."

"Yeah..."

"Ash, I'm fourteen"

"Got it. You're fourteen. I'm so proud you can count that high. It's a testament to the modern American educational system. But I should probably point out that you're no the only one. I'm told you go to a school with a whole class of -get this- kids who are fourteen."

Nick rolled his eyes at the sarcasm. No wonder his mom wanted to hurt him for it. He finally understood. "Yeah, but they're not dead. Someone's killing fourteen-year-old boys, which I happen to be one. The cops said so. This is the second one in a day who's been murdered."

"Yeah well given the lippiness of the average teenager, I can understand the urge"

"You're not funny."

"And you need to calm down. The only person you need to fear killing you when I'm around is me.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Invincible

“It's settled, then," Grace said. She turned back to Nick. "Take the Jag to the car wash and for heaven's sake clean the McDonald's Happy Meal boxes out of it."

"Hey," Nick said, his face offended. "That's a low blow. Those boxes are collectibles.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Night Play