Status Updates From Control My Night: An urban ...

It’s 2:46 am on a Sunday. I have quick plans with Alice and Lacey early in the morning. So I really should be sleeping but I’m 8/32 (25%) into the special side chapter. So imma mark this as finished and finish the special when I wake up later today. This book was good. I’d like more baddass Mc moments and more info on Arwood’s family dynamic. But 4 stars overall this was enjoyable although frustrating at the

SEVEN WEEKS LATER
Clutching an umbrella, I ran across wet cobblestones as I departed Trinity College, heading for the pub where Silas and his family waited.
He was the first person I saw, his hair curling adorably around his ears. I set my umbrella aside, ducking beneath snowflake garlands hanging from the ceiling, and ran over to him.

Eilinora’s midnight blue gaze studied mine, intense but clear. As if she often analyzed the world and those around her and came away rarely surprised. Before Arwood, talking to someone like this would have terrified me. I kept my face as neutral as possible and my posture relaxed, like I had nothing to hide.

Isobelle Sayer was here.
She’d been in County Clare all along, slurping spaghetti and laughing like a member of a fucking sorority house.
I had no idea whether to laugh or scream.
A few indecisive moments later, I decided on neither. I pushed my chair back noisily and headed straight for her, ignoring Aoife’s yelp of surprise at my sudden exodus.

Silas undid the button and zip, his thumbs smoothing over the skin underneath as he peeled my jeans off. I wanted to cover my thighs, conceal them somehow, but inhaled at the look in his eyes. The way his fingers hooked around my underwear, the way he slowly drew them down, placing kisses to the inside of my knees, suppressed the insecurities that rose.

Think something big is gonna happen to Mc now that she’s 21. Maybe a new power development?

It’s funny, the things that stick in your mind when you’re heading for danger. As we exited the car a block from the warehouse, piling out onto a sidewalk slick from recent rain, I clocked today’s date on the dashboard. In a few hours, I’d be twenty-one.