Page 133 of Sweet Nightmare
He opens the back door without setting me down and carries me into the warmth of the house. The sudden change in temperature raises goosebumps across my skin, and for one humiliating second, I almost understand his concern.
Then he sets me on the floor, considerably less gently than he picked me up.
I quickly straighten my jacket and smooth my hair, pretending I wasn’t just carried inside like an unruly child.
“Stay inside,” he says.
I lift my chin. “I don’t take orders from you.”
His dark eyes hold mine.
“Then consider it a fucking suggestion. Stay the fuck inside.”
Before I can come up with a suitably insulting response, he turns and disappears down the hallway, his black clothes blending into the shadows.
I watch him go until the storm outside drowns out his footsteps.
Yeah. The prince of hell.
Annoying. Arrogant. Infuriating.
Dammit.
And, unfortunately...not entirely unpleasant to fall on.
from the private journal of artemis
Dear Human Side,
Today, our heart did something stupid.
I know it was you.
Your little feelings are becoming a liability, and I am giving you exactly one opportunity to get them under control.
Do not mistake his smile for kindness.
Do not mistake his laugh for charm.
And under no circumstances are you to start finding the enemy attractive.
I will not hesitate to lock you back in your little emotional prison where you belong.
Consider this your only warning.
—The Better Half of Us
The Icy One
sixteen
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Dreamy Library
“People call jellyfish fragile because they are soft.
People forget they survive
