ANNABETH SAINT
Hell, no, I shouldn't trust him. His so-called bad behavior was more like a permanent character flaw. I would rather die of pneumonia walking in the storm outside, thank you.
I shivered. I'd been standing in place so long, my still dripping clothes had formed a small puddle around me. My skin prickled from the cold air and from the scrutiny of club-goers passing by.
"You are so stubborn." He grabbed my wrist, opened the door and dragged me inside.
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DEVON THORNE
I sipped expensive whiskey and thought about the shivering girl who'd begged for my help. Her doe-like eyes, her trembling mouth, her rain-soaked body ... damn it. I didn't like that her vulnerability had softened his heart. I'd learned to be cold and ruthless because that's what it took to survive.
That's what it took to win.
