I woke lying on the edge of the tub with only one arm in the water with Damian.
AND WHY THE FUCK COULDN’T YOU DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE???????????????
I DON’T HAVE ANY RESPECT OR PATIENCE FOR BOOKS WHERE THE PLOTS ONLY ADVANCE DUE TO UTTER STUPIDITY
Anita has been covered in cold towels. I think this is stupid. She passed out and everyone was worried because shapeshifters don’t get heat exhaustion. They weren’t concerned enough to get a doctor, mind. Passing out is dangerous. Heatstroke is dangerous. But that would require one of these characters to have intelligent thought.
“How long was I out?”
“Not long,” Asher said, smoothing the towel so that it molded to my legs.
Oh, yes, that is incredibly important to know.
Damian turned his head slowly to look at me. His eyes were clear, bright, alive again. His eyes were the colour of emeralds, and it wasn’t caused by vampire powers, it was his natural eye colour, as if his mother had fooled around with a cat to get him here. People just didn’t have that color of eyes.
They do in hack fiction. Anywho, Damian has fed on Nathaniel and is all better and at peace because Anita is his master. Whoop de fucking doo.
Truthfully, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I was a beneficent ruler.
What ever gave you the impression that you were?
Damian rubs his face on her arm – WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE AND FACES – and he’s so happy to be saved and Anita thinks they’re both screwed. For once, I don’t disagree with her.