“Out,” Cane says, his voice sharpening like a blade against a whet stone.
Sorin, Quin and Cassi file from the room reluctantly, Cassi giving Atlanta what she’s sure is meant to be an encouraging thumbs up. The door closes softly behind them, and she is alone with Cane. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms loosely over his broad chest, and stares at her. Shifting uncomfortably, Atlanta twists her fingers together before quickly untwisting them and reaching up to fiddle with the chain around her neck. It’s the necklace she had accidentally stolen from the antique shop, and the crystal pendant is warm against her skin.
“I take it,” Cane finally says, “by the state of you, that things didn’t go smoothly.”
The night sky just before dawn is the same colour as her eyes. Ink blue and fathomless. He saw more wildness in her gaze than his own, and remembers thinking she’s more wolf than I am.
Dark chocolate is the colour of her hair and the taste of her skin, and he suddenly finds himself preferring white chocolate even though he has no conscious thoughts about doing so.
When he fucks other girls, it’s her voice in their mouths saying his name, and it’s the Marks on her skin he traces with his tongue.
And then he’s looking into the ocean and the ocean is looking back and she is both delicate and fierce and he runs with her like he’s never run before.
Caramel is the colour of her hair and the taste of her skin, and he suddenly wonders why he ever liked chocolate in the first place because who could like chocolate when they had caramel.
When they make love it’s her own voice saying I love you and he plays connect the dots with her freckles.
And the night sky is just the night sky.
They told her to run. She said no.
All her life, seventeen-year-old Taia di Regis has been bumped from foster home to foster home. And she’s had enough. All her life, she’s seen the creatures that lurk in the shadows and hide beneath the bed, and she wants answers. She’s about to get them.
After tapping into an unfamiliar and unpredictable power to save young djinn Zayn, Taia finds herself in Darkland, a shadow-strewn world alongside her own, full of fairytale creatures and monsters that go bump in the night. Her search for answers takes her deep into this new world, a world that she is finding increasingly familiar. But the cost of this pursuit may be her very survival. Because the past doesn’t want her there. The past wants her dead.
So slightly NSFW under the cut :)
“Bela, hey Bela! Come see what Zilly is doing!”
Bela looks up from dangling a stuffed koala above Nana’s head and over at Jo. The other girl has Godzilla the kitten in her arms, a huge smile on her face.
“All I see is you holding her,” Bela says.
Jo rolls her eyes and puts the Blue Persian kitten down. “Just watch, Bells.”
Bela gets to her feet, dropping the stuffed koala for Hannibal the kitten to attack, and walks over to her friend. Crossing her arms over her chest, she watches as Zilly sniffs around for a moment and then crouches down. The little kitten is completely focused on the figure sprawled out in the arm chair a few feet away.
Zilly creeps closer and closer until, with a high-pitched yowl, she leaps through the air and claws at the long, golden strands of Troian’s hair. Bela laughs as Troian bolts upright.
“I told you to stop doing that!”