Crave (Crave Series)

I’m not sure I believe him, but before I can probe any more, he reaches out and takes hold of one of my curls in that way he does.

As he holds it for me, not one person darts through. Instead, they all wait patiently as I walk through, and I have the fleeting thought that this is more than just popularity, more than just fear.

This must be what royalty feels like.

Snowballs. Here I was, convinced we had just shared a moment, and he’s thinking about snowballs. Fan-freaking-tastic.

“Ummm…thanks for the advice?” I give him a WTF look.

I crawl back into bed, pull my covers up to my chin. And wait for the pain of missing my parents to pass.

“If we wait much longer, we’re going to be more than fashionably late to your welcome party.”

“We could just skip it altogether,” I say even as I let her pull me out the door. “Be fashionably absent.”

Even Hell
Has its Factions

“Yeah, you know.” Quinn waves a hand at the ceiling. “The moon is doing its thing, so…”

That’s the best they’ve got? The moon is doing its thing? I have no idea what that means, and honestly, I don’t care. I’m so over this place and everyone in it.

“You think you can handle Alaska? Because I’m pretty sure it’s going to naturally unselect you pretty damn quick.”

I’ve always thought I was in pretty good shape, but life in Alaska obviously takes fit to a whole new level.

I promise, things will get easier.”

I nod, because what else am I going to do? I’m not glad I’m here—Alaska feels like the moon right now—but I’m all for things getting easier.