Before he moved, I placed the very pointy end against his throat, right over a veryimportant artery. “Role reversal, bitch.”
Ren let his arms fall to the mattress as he stared at me through impossibly thick lashes. “That move was really kind of hot.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“You really are Merida.”
“Who in the hell is Merida?”
One side of his mouth kicked up again. “The chick from the movie Brave with—”
“The frizzy red hair. Got it. Thanks. I’m seriously going to stab you.”
“She didn’t have frizzy hair,” he argued. “And besides, she was hot.”
I stared down at him. “You think a Disney character is hot?”
“Have you seen some of those Disney characters?”
“She was not hot. She’s like the least hot of all Disney characters.” I hadn’t seen the movie, but I remember catching glimpses of it. The chick didn’t even have boobs. Why couldn’t he say I reminded him of Ariel or something?
Then again, Ariel was kind of stupid, giving up her voice for a dude.
His brows lifted. “She could kick ass, therefore she was hot.”
My fingers tightened on the stake. Okay. So Merida was a badass, and I guessed that was better than saying I reminded him of Belle, the Stockholm victim, and now I was oddly flattered. “This conversation has taken a weird turn.”
“Yeah,” he drawled lazily, and then moved his arms. I tensed, but he didn’t move to grab me. He lifted his head and pressed the vulnerable section of his neck against the stake, carefully folding his arms behind his head. “It has.”
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Estoy super emocionada por este libro por que adoro todos los libros que esta autora escribe (es mi favorita) y este va a ser genial.