Great, he muttered. He could only imagine how the guy had enjoyed fucking him up the ass with all kinds of—
He could imagine the frown on Novo’s face behind her mask.Well, she said, when you put it like that … I can’t argue with you.
Just his luck, he thought as they resumed their stroll through the sex rooms: He won that argument because he was a piece of shit.It was like getting a trophy because everyone else forfeited the race.’Cuz they didn’t want to be on the track with the likes of you.
But whatever … this thing with Elise was not going to last; he knew it down to his soul. The question was when and how badly it ended.Until then—he was in, though. Totally fucking in.
Rhage almost would have preferred to hate the guy.
He’d come into the Audience House ready to protect his shellan and defend his family. It was a war of sorts, with the field of battle being nature over nurture: Were two fit, non-biological adoptive parents better than a not-as-fit, but biologically related, potential parent? After all, even if Ruhn had had money, there was no way he lived in as safe a house or environment as Rhage and Mary did.My pleasure, I’m sure, the nurse murmured.
Marissa nodded at the female. This way.Her legs felt stiff as she led them deeper into the modest house with its common furnishings, and for some absurd reason she pictured herself as a flamingo, her knees facing the wrong way. Meanwhile, all manner of memories boiled under the surface of her conscious mind, only the psychic weight of the tragedy unfolding in the other room keeping a lid on her emotions.
Her brother stopped at the archway into the parlor and gave his doctor’s bag to his assistant. My nurse will do the triage, and advise me as to her condition. It will be better than having a male perform the examination.Marissa glanced into Havers’s eyes for the first time, and noted that his stare had remained the identical shade of blue that hers was. As if that would have changed, though?