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Wish we saw Amun be education in 21st century more

Great details on FMC and how she felt for each MMC but maybe not all at once?

She ran out of the bathroom, probably to get ready, and I frowned, wanting her perfect, curvy ass back over here. Before I could say anything or grab her, Saint appeared in the doorway and offered me a knowing look. It was clear he had heard my comment about the humans, because instead of looking relaxed, he looked stressed and was dressed again in his uniform.

that, because fuck, she had already said it… so oh well. But also a bit of unease when meeting Arabella’s eyes that were now shaded in confusion and hurt, because I had no doubt she was thinking of a million fucking reasons why I hadn’t told her. All of them were wrong.

body. But yeah, sure. Boredom.

“I really would have never expected you to find your mate, Saint,” Eve said clearly as both the Director and Arabella seemed to look up at me to gauge my reaction. A sigh broke through my lips as I felt both exhilaration at the ability to admit

and take her back to her room where I can work out a number of my frustrations on her tight, sexy

“So what do we do?” she asked.
“We keep them talking and everyone on alert,” the Director explained and then looked at me. “I’m assuming you got bored with negotiations and that’s why you’re back here.”
I shrugged. “Amongst other reasons.” Like wanting to toss your daughter over my shoulder

“Screw you.” I tried to push off of him as we neared my bed.
A moan broke from my throat as his hand suddenly came across my ass in a hard slap that jolted my entire body in surprise. The slight sting of pain caused me to grow far more wet than I expected, heat surging through me like wildfire as my breathing turned into near pants.
Holy hell. He needed to fix this, and I knew he could.

Pg 168/245 = 68%

“Blackwell!” I growled as he scooped me up and over his shoulder, the space twisting as I heard him mess with my bedroom door before we entered into the familiar space, despite me viewing it from upside down. I wiggled against him, wanting to be upright.
“Put me down,” I demanded.
“You’re being a brat.” His hand tightened on my thigh.

drunk mind thought would prove a point. I nearly fell backwards, a completely undignified yelp coming from my mouth as he appeared in front of me, his eyes flashing with something very dark. And somewhat sober. Man, wish I had those abilities…

give up. A woman can only take so much goddamn rejection before she starts to take it personally. I am done throwing myself at you guys. You don’t want me? Fine. I will find someone—”

“Arabella,” Blackwell warned, his growl making me shoot him a scowl as I hurried towards my room, wanting to lock him out. Something my

I felt my heart sink as the elevator doors opened and he stepped back, placing me down gently, clearly attempting to distance himself.
That was right about when I hit my bullshit limit.
I threw up my hands and stalked past him towards my room. “That’s it! I give up. I fucking

“Fuck you,” Saint offered, seeming amused at his sarcasm while walking towards where Blackwell and Damian stood, clearly over listening to our shit. I didn’t blame him, but I also didn’t agree with him. Even if he could bring her back, I could never forgive myself for hurting her like that. Maybe the solution was to tell her how I felt, fully, and just explain that nothing could happen physically.

“It’s not even about that.” He stood up and shook his head. “But what do I know about death? I mean, fuck, I clearly have no conception on how any of that works after a few thousand fucking millenniums of handling souls, so just fucking ignore me—”
“Already am.” Zain flashed a smile.

“All of it is absolute bullshit, I’ve told you that from the start.”
“She can die. We could kill her easily,” I shot back at Saint.
“No you fucking can’t,” Saint growled, sitting forward and pinning the three of us with a look. “You cannot kill her. She will not die. Trust me.”
I shook my head at his bullshit. “Even if you could bring her back—”

obviously very dead man’s fingers. How he had managed to do that and be rewarded with a smile and kiss on the cheek, while I was being completely ignored… actually made a lot of sense, considering the circumstances. I’d been such a fucking dick. I was regretting ever leaving her room.

Honestly, I didn’t even bother asking with Saint—if he wanted his opinion known, he wouldn’t hesitate to share it. Just how he hadn’t hesitated to gift her a severed hand from one of the guards tonight. I narrowed my eyes at the display sitting on a table nearby, a dark rose held between the