He studies me in the moonlit air for far too long. “That was a badass speech, Misery.”
“Badass is my middle name.”
“Your middle name is Lyn.”
Shit. “Stop reading my file.”
“Never.” He inhales. Tips back his head. Stares at the same stars I’ve been mapping all night. “If we do it—if I take you with me, it will have to be my way. To make sure that you’re safe.”
My heart flutters with hope. “What’s your way? Architecturally? With a Corinthian pilaster?”
I’m not funny. But neither is he.
“If you come with me, Misery, you’ll have to be marked.”
She tastes the way she smells.
I expected a twenty-hour road trip in the hybrid parked in Lowe’s garage, or maybe a shorter plane ride in economy class with cotton discreetly stuffed in my nose to avoid being bombarded with the smell of Human bl
