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"All right." Lucy shouldered her way to my side and made a waving motion as if they were annoying flies. "Shoo!" She narrowed her eyes. "I said shoo." They dispersed, mostly startled into moving. Only Logan remained, leaning casually against the wall. "Darling, I'm not some insect to be chased away." "Darling?" She snorted amiably. "You're not ninety years old, either." He straightened. "I'm charming," he informed her. "And women like endearments."
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lucy
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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e2b8102
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"I nodded. "Where's your hunter?" She flinched. "He went home. We thought it would be best." Her eyes went from worried to warning. "He's under Drake protection." "So am I, or so I've been led to understand." "Of course you are," Lucy said, her nose pressed to the window. "Misunderstanding. No big deal." Solange quirked a half smile. "You might try complete sentences, Lucy." "Can't. Busy." I was curious despite myself. "What are you doing?" "Drooling," Solange explained fondly."
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solange
lucy
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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a447416
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"You look like you belong in a bad comic book," I told him cheerfully. ---------------------- "What did the Drakes do that's got you all pissy?" "Pissy? Did you just call me pissy?"
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lucy
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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f05f157
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Her eyes went so wide they nearly bulged. It was probably wrong of me to find that amusing. Or to want to take a photo of Nicholas with his fangs out and wearing a black cape lined with red satin and then hang it over my pillow in a heart-shaped frame.
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lucy
vampires
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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ace8a8e
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"And your people tried to kill my best friend, so you'll forgive me if I'm not overly keen on learning the secret handshake." She shook her head sadly. "You should be going on dates and hanging out at the mall. Not wearing stakes on your belt." I shrugged one shoulder. "The mall sucks."
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lucy
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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93b17bb
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... You are the closest I will ever come to heaven, either here on Earth or in the afterlife, and I will not regret it, not even at the cost of your tears. So I go to my grave an unrepentant sinner, I'm afraid. There is no use in mourning one such as I, dearest... -Simon to Lucy in a letter before the last duel.
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simondabomb
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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1cf165f
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"That's good," Hunter said, panting. "Keep grinning at your attacker like that and they'll think you're way creepy. And mental." I grinned wider. "I totally love this. Who can I punch next?"
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kick-ass
hunter
lucy
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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086375a
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Stop hiding condoms in my stuff. It's like some twisted Easter egg hunt in there.
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funny
over-protective
lucy
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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759681b
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"I'm leaving." Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words. Horror fisted around his vitals. "No." For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. "I have to leave,Simon." "No." He was a little boy denied a sweet. He felt like falling down and screaming. "Let me go." "I can't let you go." He half laughed here in the too-bright, cold London sun before his own house. "I'll die if I do." She closed her eyes. "No, you won't. I can't stay and watch you tear yourself apart." "Lucy." "Let me go, Simon. Please." She opened her eyes, and he saw infinite pain in her gaze. Had he done this to his angel? Oh, God. He unclasped his hands."
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simondabomb
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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a3c63a5
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Lucy swayed in shock. A gust of wind moaned through the conservatory and blew out all but one of her candles. Simon must have done this. He'd destroyed his fairyland conservatory. Why? She sank to her knees, huddled on the cold floor, her one remaining flame cradled in her numb palms. She'd seen how tenderly Simon had cared for his plants. Remembered the look of pride when she'd first discovered the dome and fountain. For him to have smashed all this . . . He must have lost hope. All hope.
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the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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11c588c
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He didn't want Lucy to grow up feeling alone, surrounded by everything and having nothing.
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into-the-woods
trent-kalamack
lucy
sentimental
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Kim Harrison |
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"My darling Lucy." He panted against her ear, and then his teeth scraped her earlobe. "I love you," he whispered. "Don't ever leave me."
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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403b7f0
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"Who are you?" Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. "Do I even know who you are?" He stepped over Walker's battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. "I am your husband, my lady." She turned her face away from him. He shook her. "The one you promised to obey always." "Simon--" "The one you said you'd cleave to, forsaking all others." "I--" "The one you make love to at night." "I don't know if I can live with you anymore." The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell."
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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8ce6e06
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"It might've been my fichu." -Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble."
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paticia
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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e3db4ef
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"She heard him close the door. "I was going to impress you with my romantic eloquence, of course. I'd thought to wax philosophical about the beauty of your brow." Lucy blinked. "My brow?" "Mmm. Have I told you that your brow intimidates me?" She felt his warmth at her back as he moved behind her, but he didn't touch her. "It's so smooth and white and broad, and ends with your straight, knowing eyebrows, like a statue of Athena pronouncing judgment. If the warrior goddess had a brow like yours, it is no wonder the ancients worshiped and feared her." "Blather," she murmured. "Blather, indeed. Blather is all I am, after all." She frowned and turned to contradict him, but he moved with her so that she couldn't quite catch sight of his face. "I am the duke of nonsense," he whispered in her ear. "The king of farce, the emperor of emptiness." Did he really see himself so? "But--" "Blathering is what I do best," he said, still unseen. "I'd like to blather about your golden eyes and ruby lips." "Simon--" "The perfect curve of your cheek," he murmured close. She gasped as his breath stirred the hair at her neck. He was distracting her with lovemaking. And it was working. "What a lot of talk." "I do talk too much. It's a weakness you'll have to bear in your husband." His voice was next to her ear. "But I'd have to spend quite a bit of time outlining the shape of your mouth, its softness and the warmth within. -Simon to Lucy on their wedding night."
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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9283569
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"I'm sorry." She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry. At the same time, she was oddly touched by his apology. "I'm sorry," he said again. Something tore quite explicitly, and she inhaled but didn't make a sound. He opened his eyes, looking stricken and hot and savage. "Oh, God, sweetheart. I promise it will be better next time." He kissed the corner of her mouth softly. "I promise." She concentrated on steadying her breath and hoped he would finish very soon. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but this was no longer pleasant for her. He parted his mouth over hers and licked her bottom lip. "I'm sorry."
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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4b36cfa
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Lucy's Sabbath was generally of this amphibious nature. She kept it without hypocrisy in the morning, and broke it without reluctance in the afternoon.
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sabbath
lucy
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E. M. Forster |
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851d7a1
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"Night, G'rard." " 'Night, mouse."
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lucy
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Teresa Medeiros |