“Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.”
— Priya Ardis“Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it.”
— Priya Ardis“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.”
— Priya Ardis“Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.”
— Priya Ardis