NEW RELEASES
Jesus, maybe he is joking. Gavin, please, if this is your idea of a—
by A warlock? my father asked, shocked.Who? Oh, right. Probably the potential escort for Mr. Drake.
by I reach to my nightstand and grab a pen for him. It’s Capicci.He glanced over her shoulder. Your brother’s in there?
by Then I looked in her eyes, and all my bitchery evaporated.He made a grimace, like food sounded awful. Maybe just some soda.
by I bit my lip. It was one of Gregory Illéa’s personal diaries.I gave a scoff, and she shot me a look over her shoulder.
by Finally. His deep, familiar voice echoed through the speaker.Despite myself, I reached toward the potion and held it in my palms.
by Deven’s controlled voice carries to me. Did he hurt you?I guess I was wrong. I am the worst person out of the three of us.
by No, Ezekiel says, rolling his eyes at me.She gave him one blink, slow as an owl.
by I giggled the whole way through it, as did most of the boys.I can’t answer. My throat is too thick with emotion.
by He smacks his jaws before releasing a loud yawn.My dad nodded. I understand. I hope the two of you can work through that.
by She laughed. Eventually. She headed toward the back.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman nod in his direction.
by If I was bad at lying, my sister was incapable of it.But she looked so goddamn beautiful out here in the sunshine.
by Her smile and chuckle ended with a shiver.This is unprofessional, I murmured with a wispy voice. Bria snickered.
by He hesitated, looking down at the floor.I lifted her chin. That’s not happening again.
by I found it in the most unlikely of places, didn’t I?She stepped closer. But didn’t those actions come with consequences?
by You really believe that? Kurt asked.