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281c954
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"Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days." Z jacked his head up. "Why?" "He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God." "What the fuck are you looking at?" Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself." Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered- His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's. "Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?" As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose. One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders. "Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered. Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him."
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lover-awakened
phury
rhage
tohrment
zsadist
wrath
vishous
butch
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J.R. Ward |
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7e2b502
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"Maybe I could do it." Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend." Tohrment winced. "Good point." "And then she'll come looking for me." Both males shuddered."
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tohrment
dark-lover
darius
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J.R. Ward |
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64ce439
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Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume--which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile.
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humor
tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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8bc104d
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"Tohr took a pull of his beer. "What the hell is this?" "When Harry Met Sally." Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. "What?" "Shut it. After this, we're going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember--the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride--" Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. "Okay. Right. Have fun with this--"
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humor
lassiter
tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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1c35012
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"God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day..."
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tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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893a07e
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"He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well. Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room. Except he stopped before he left, "I gotchu, my brother," he said to the door. "I know, V. You always have. ~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn"
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i-gotchu
tohrment
lover-reborn
vishous
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J.R. Ward |
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c29b32a
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"Abruptly, she yanked the covers over her crippled one, hiding it from him. Tohr marched right back over to her, and resolutely pulled the duvet back where it had been. Tracing the badly healed wounds with his fingertips, he met her squarely in the eye. "You're beautiful. Every inch of you. Don't think for a moment there's anything wrong with you. We clear?" "But-" "Nope. I'm not hearing that." Bending down he pressed his lips to her shin, her calf, her ankle, tracing the scars, caressing them. "Beautiful. All of you." "How can you say that," she whispered blinking back tears. "Because it's the truth."Straightening, he gave her a final squeeze. "No hiding from me, okay. And after I feed you, I think I'm going to have to show you just how serious I am." That made her smile....then laugh a little. "That's my girl." he murmured."
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tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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f5fddd7
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Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.
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tohr
tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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d91b1e9
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End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.
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tohrment
lover-reborn
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J.R. Ward |
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3318463
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"There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. "So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silence. Or, no...you're mixing it up. Brooding with soulful intensity, right? What a fucking wild child you are. Whoo. Hoo. Next thing you know, you'll be opening for Slipknot." With a curse, Tohr stood up and went over to turn on the shower, hoping that if he refused to look at the loudmouth, Lassiter would get bored more quickly and move on to ruin someone else's afternoon."
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slipknot
lassiter
tohr
tohrment
j-r-ward
lover-avenged
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J.R. Ward |
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bdd5c0b
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"Parking himself on the chaise lounge, he stared at the gown that Lassiter had handled so roughly. The fine satin was bunched up in waves, the disorder creating a wonderful, shimmering display over on the bed. "My beloved is dead," he said out loud. As the sound of the words faded, something was suddenly, stupidly clear: Wellesandra, blooded daughter of Relix, was never filling out that bodice again. She was never going to put the skirting over her head and wriggle into the corset, or free the ends of her hair from the lace-ups in the back. She wasn't going to look for matching shoes, or get pissed off because she sneezed right after she put her mascara on, or worry about whether she was going to spill on the skirting. She was... dead."
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tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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62386ea
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"If you've bullshitted me, angel, I'm going to kill you." The other male rolled his eyes. "I'm already dead, idiot."
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lassiter
tohr
tohrment
black-dagger-brotherhood
j-r-ward
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J.R. Ward |
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3ba6fed
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"Tohr: "Doesn't have to be easy to be right." John: "In that case, we're meant for each other."
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lover-mine
xhex
tohr
tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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79fab4d
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Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe... shit... There was no way he could be attracted to another female.
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tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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20e6d75
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"Why can't I use my laptop to take notes?" To which the Brother Tohrment had replied, "Because the tap-tapping of a keyboard makes me want to get my shotgun. Do you feel like having a cranial leak tonight?" Ward, J.R. (2015-12-01). Blood Kiss: Black Dagger Legacy (p. 229). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition."
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laptop
shotgun
tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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7b4b58f
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The guy was cracking down on the Brotherhood, organizing shifts, trying to turn four loose cannons like V, Phury, Rhage, and Z into soldiers. No wonder he always looked like his head hurt.
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tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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2f5216b
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"You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down"-Tohr to Wrath."
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tohr
tohrment
black-dagger-brotherhood
j-r-ward
wrath
dark-lover
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J.R. Ward |