Bad Blood: (The Naturals #4) (Naturals, The)

“Your grandmother,” he said. “She’s single?”

Lia arched an eyebrow at me. “I didn’t cry when you were gone,” she informed me. “I didn’t break things. I didn’t feel like someone had put me in a hole.”

“I love you.” Dean lifted the words from my mind. “Today, tomorrow, covered in blood, haunted and waking up in the middle of the night screaming—I love you, Cassie, and I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

All you care about is me.

I stood, my legs shaking as I did, and Michael let Dean go. My boyfriend caught me before I fell

Michael blackmailed the feds, I thought. You threatened them, Dean. Explicitly.

“I dare you,” she said, “to hack into Agent Sterling’s computer and change her wallpaper to the picture I took of Michael mooning our Agent Starmans.”

“Women shouldn’t have to fade into the background to be safe.”

“We’re about three seconds away from Draco Malfoy over there throwing a punch,”

Ree narrowed her eyes at Dean. “You trouble?” she asked.

“No, ma’am.”

She turned to Michael. “You?”

He offered her his most charming smile. “One hundred percent.”

“Do I want to know why you have a phobia of integrating colors into your wardrobe? Almost certainly not!”