Sea of Stars

Oh, I’m so going to put a knife in the other side of your chest, I think, feeling stabby.

I have a paper heart and he has written notes all over it.

My desire for him is insane. He’s not sentimental—neither of us is—and yet he says things to me that strike at the core of my being and speak to the fighter in me. He makes me crave him in the most vulnerable way. I can’t lose him—ever.

I’m the dark secret that he can’t keep hidden—his crossed fingers—his hold-my-breath-to-keep-from-feeling. But I make him feel everything.

You killed Kenny,” I groan with my lips chattering, “you bastard .

Okay, you must have forgotten that I know when someone's lying-it's one of my special, freaky priestess gifts, remember-the one you love to use until it becomes inconvenient for you? You can try to throw me off, but even half truths ring false with me.

Well, that’s simple, Nezra. I ran away from him and swore to him that I’d never do anything he says. You should try it sometime. It’s called ‘I hate you, leave me alone.’ It gets all the psychos foaming at the mouth for more. Add a little ‘I’ll never love you,’ and bam! Instant crazy.” Bartol, Amy A. (2015-03-31). Sea of Stars (The Kricket Series Book 2) (p. 208). 47North. Kindle Edition.

this doesn’t work out for us, Kricket, know that I’ve loved you from the moment I held you in my arms on Ethar, and every moment in between. I will love you even after my final breath.

When they do, I reach up, laying my hand on his cheek. Our kisses turn heated. My legs squeeze Honey Badger’s sides, causing him to trot ahead next to Wayra. When Trey notices, he has to rein in our spix, breaking our kiss. We both look over at Wayra, who is smirking at us. He nods his head in greeting to Trey. “Sir.” Trey nods back. “Wayra.”“Did you need something, sir?” Wayra asks with amusement in his tone. “No. I have everything I need,” he replies. “Carry on.” Trey pulls us back behind Wayra once more. Bartol, Amy A. (2015-03-31). Sea of Stars (The Kricket Series Book 2) (pp. 241-242). 47North. Kindle Edition.

Giffen’s large hand is cupping my chin as he kneels in front of my jump seat. “Kricket,” he says while shaking my head to try to get a response from me. Groaning, I mutter, “Are you really shaking my head right now? It already hurts like a spix kicked it, so stop!” “Getting in touch with your spirit animal, were you?” His question is flippant, but there’s relief in his tone that he can’t hide. “Yeah, it said to give you this.” I raise my middle finger at him. He stares at it, because the gesture means nothing to him. “I should take your finger?” he asks. “I hate you,” Bartol, Amy A. (2015-03-31). Sea of Stars (The Kricket Series Book 2) (p. 285). 47North. Kindle Edition.

What do you want to risk to get away?” he asks. I swallow past the bile corrupting my throat. “Everything,” I reply. “I’ll risk everything to stay with you.

From an early age, you've learned never to trust anyone but yourself. You let almost no one help you, but the ones you do allow into your life have special significance to you: you love them, even when sometimes you wish that you didn't. Because when you love someone, Kricket, it means you're completely loyal to that person, you'll sacrifice anything for him - even your life. How am I doing so far?

I want you . . . your beautiful face, your taste, your mouth full of lies, your sad, violet eyes—I hate them, but I want them.” “Kricket,

I take a deep breath before jumping from the edge of the skywalk and lurching into the air toward him. To my surprise, Trey jumps from his side at the same time, meeting me in the air between the broken pieces of skywalk. His arms go around me, hugging me to him while we fall toward the reservoir of crystal-blue water far below.

Wayra lifts the Alameeda gun; I recognize it as the one I stole from Keenan after I tranquilized him. He comes to my side, bending down to look in my eyes. "You hungry?" he asks me with a concerned expression. "I found some venish - I'll share it with you." I frown, my eyes closing involuntarily as I say, "You're gonna share your venish with me? I must be dying.

From an early age, you’ve learned never to trust anyone but yourself. You let almost no one help you, but the ones you do allow into your life have special significance to you: you love them, even when sometimes you wish that you didn’t. Because when you love someone, Kricket, it means you’re completely loyal to that person, you’ll sacrifice anything for him—even your life. How am I doing so far?” I