Opposition

Kat.” He uttered my name like it was some kind of prayer, and then he pressed a kiss against the skin behind my ear. “I broke every rule of my kind to heal you and keep you with me. I … burned down an entire city to keep you safe. I’ve killed for you. Did you think I’d forget what you mean to me? That anything in this world— in any world— would be stronger than my love for you?

It’s not like I’m going to run up and hug him.” His expression turned bland. “I’d sure hope not. I might get jealous.” “You’d get jealous if she hugged a tree,” Archer tossed out. “Maybe.” Daemon coasted to a stop in a parking space behind the car. “I’m needy like that.

We could really use the Avengers right about now." "Screw that. We need Loki," Daemon retorted. General Eaton arched a brow. "Well, unfortunately, the Marvel Universe isn't real, so...

I forced myself to stop thinking about Daemon, about anything I didn’t want to share with Archer, which was pretty much everything right now. So I thought about belly dancing foxes wearing grass skirts. Archer snorted. “You’re weird.

What the hell, man?” Dawson exploded, hands flying up. “I was on level sixty-nine of Candy Crush, you bastard. Do you know how hard that—?

Katy I always had this plan for the off chance I was around for the end of the world. I’d climb up on my roof top, turn up the radio, blast R.E.M.’s It’s The End of The World, and watch it all go down from my lofty perch. Except real life rarely turned out that cool. And it was really happening—it was the end of the world as we knew it, and I sure as hell didn’t feel fine. Everything had changed and we had been the catalyst for it all.

Hell, I’d keep her in Bubble Wrap if it weren’t so damn creepy and also inconvenient, considering I had a terrible habit of obsessively popping the damn things until not a single bubble was left.

It's like you have a special skill when it comes to finding condoms. Seriously. They must fall out of the sky whenever you're around.

She tipped her head back and started laughing, and I started picturing people twerking—everyone in the limo. Quiet Luxen Dude. Rolland. Sadi. All of them bent over, butts in the air, looking like damn fools.

Oh, parts of my body got all kinds of tingly seeing that go down. Kat whipped toward me, her eyes glowing from within. In that moment, she looked like a goddess— a goddess of vengeance. If we weren’t in the middle of a fight, I’d have you up against a tree right now.

We were supposed to have tonight and tomorrow, and many weeks and months, but we didn't have even another minute.

Jesus. It’s like I’m a muggle to your pure-blood or something.

My eyes narrowed. “You said it was a brilliant idea.” “I think lots of things are brilliant ideas. Like nuclear weapons, zero-calorie soft drinks, and blue jean vests,” he replied. “That doesn’t mean we should nuke people, or that diet drinks taste good, or that you should run out to the local Walmart and buy a jean vest. You people shouldn’t always listen to me.

You just don’t want to admit that you’re in the beginning stages of a bromance to end all bromances.” I snorted. “Whatever.

Daemon: We can go live in a damn cave. Look, I'm a selfish person. You know that. And I don't want you to go through that, so I'm willing to say screw it and we cut our losses. Katy: Really? What kind of life would that give us? Daemon: Don't bring logic into this conversation.

I'm game for anything with you, Daemon Black.

Told you he’s a cuddly one.” The other Arum leaned his arms on the roof of the car and a brow rose over the dark sunglasses he also wore. “Cuddly as a damn porcupine.” Daemon raised a middle finger. This was going well.

In a low voice, I asked, "How are you doing?" Luc shrugged. "You know, I'm doing my thing like a chicken wing." My brow arched. Daemon sounded like he choked. "Did you seriously just say that?

And that is why we can’t have nice things.

My heart- dammit-- my heart stopped in my chest as I stared at them. He had me by the throat because he had my whole world in his hands. I said one word I thought I'd never utter to the bastard. "Please." I swallowed hard, but the words came out easier than I could've ever imagined. "Please don't hurt her." "You'd beg for a human who wouldn't do the same for you?" "I'd do anything for her." "And I would do anything for him." Kat gasped out.

Look at you and your big, bad self. Rawr.” “You haven’t see anything yet,” I growled. “I’m giving you five seconds to back the hell off her. One. Four. Fi—

Oh no. Oh, hell to the no to the tenth power.

Kitten?" "Yeah?" His eyes were beautiful when they met mine, luminous and clear, and a long moment stretched out between us. "I love you.

Get out of my head.” “I can’t help it,” Archer replied from where he sat on the couch. “You’re broadcasting your thoughts so damn loudly I feel like I need to go sit in the corner and start rocking, whispering Daemon’s name over and over again.

It’s just that since the moment I realized what healing you meant, or what I thought it meant, I never thought I’d face a day without you. That I’d never have to worry about going on if you weren’t there. And I’m not trying to make this into some kind of Romeo and Juliet bullshit, but now I know there’s a chance of that and it . . . it fucking terrifies me, Kat. It really does.

The kiss . . . holy alien babies, the kiss was a raw combination of lust and possession.

Apparently, there was even a meme created already. The incredibly photogenic glowing-alien meme.

I wanted Kat out. Every cell of my being demanded that I protect her, even though I knew she was hella capable of doing so herself, but I wanted her far away from here. Hell, I'd keep her in Bubble Wrap if it weren't so damn creepy and also inconvenient, considering I had a terrible habit of obsessively popping the damn things until not a single bubble was left.

She's not going anywhere anytime soon. Dawson knocked her into next week, I think.

For once, I don't hurt. I don't worry. I want this.