Twist (Mageri #2)

Am I just prey to you?”

“Some things are worth chasing.”

“Some things can’t be caught.”

His finger outlined my jaw as if he were putting me to memory.

“I have spent a lifetime being chased by females, and I know what it means to run. There’s something different about you, Silver. You incite the hunter in me.”

My saddened eyes wandered up to his, and I made a promise I didn’t know if I could keep. “I’ll never love again, Logan. If that’s what you’re asking, then I won’t give it to a man that I can’t trust with my life and my heart. You kill without regret, and I never know from one minute to the next what your intentions are. I don’t want an indecisive man in my life any more than a controlling one.”

A torch lit behind those eyes, burning bright as he leaned in and whispered softly beside my ear. “Sweet little raven, dusted in sugar—I will possess your heart.

As it so happens, I like your mouth."

"It doesn't -- "

"Challenge me?" He set the bottle down and moved to the end of the bed. "An outspoken woman makes the world a livable place. You have fire in you, and I would never put that out.

Careful what you choose for your purpose in life; revenge is a swamp you’ll get lost in.

Don’t pursue something with a vengeful heart, or it will destroy you. Hate wraps a cold hand around your heart and hollows you out.

Don't pursue something with a vengeful heart, or it will destroy you. Hate wraps a cold hand around your heart and hollows you out."
- Justus

I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.

I was uncertain of our direction, but I knew one thing with perfect clarity: I was in the arms of a man who loved me.

I won’t touch you,” I assured him, knowing I could throw a burst of energy that would undoubtedly drop the curtain on the moment. “I have it under control.”

He traced the line of my clavicle with this finger and kissed the corners of my mouth. “Not even if I ask? I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene.

Just because a flower will fade, does not mean we should neglect its beauty.

Self-doubt is a persuasive mistress; careful not to shag her or you’ll never get your balls back.

Self-doubt is a persuasive mistress; careful not to shag her or you’ll never get your balls back.” - Simon Hunt

The next Friday, I went to visit my favorite Englishman for game night. Justus groaned when I bragged about our plans for an all-night Godzilla marathon, but I knew he was glad to be rid of me. He liked to go out and get his freak on, whether he’d admit it or not. Every man has needs, and his were never satisfied when I tagged along. Maybe I was a little mean to the women, but it irritated me that he didn’t have standards.

There’s a difference between men who love to eat, and men who hunt for their food.

...three particular T-shirts with vulgar slang written on them that made the vein in his forehead poke out. It was a cute little vein and I grew fond of seeing it's public appearance while I walked behind him like a parade of humiliation.

What would happen if you set me free?”

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “Even if I had the key to those chains and let you go, Nero would beat the snot out of me.”

“Scratch that idea.”

He lifted his chin and disguised an emotion I couldn’t read. “You mean it?”

“No one takes a beating for me.”

For the first time, Finn was silent.

His jeans rustled as he stood up to leave. When he was out of sight, I heard him mumble to himself, “I wish I could give you a blanket.”

I loved that kid immediately.

You are overstepping your bounds, Chitah. This is my home,” Justus warned.
“Ghuardian, you make the rules in the house, but I make the rules in my bedroom,” I said, hoping to avoid a fight. “I’ll keep the door open, and if he so much as looks at me funny, I’ll nuke him.

You look nice,” he said, as a headlight splashed across the interior.

“Give yourself a pat on the back; you bought it. I really wish you didn’t keep filling my closet. I’m never going to be able to pay you back.”

“I would not take payment for something that is my duty.”

That’s what I liked about Justus; he would never admit that he enjoyed shopping for me. At first, I thought I wasn’t up to snuff and he was trying to change me. As it turns out, it was the only way he knew how to express his affection. Wearing one of his dresses was the equivalent of a hug