I wasn’t too worried about this book being a good one. I wasn’t worried that one plot kind of ended and where would Rachel go with this one. But I loved it! I thought it was nice that things “sort of” slowed down for our four main characters. I will say that the one thing that disappointed me was the lack of Michael/Eve and Shane/Claire. They were there but it was rocky and I would have liked for it to have been more, what’s the word...not happy, but with the danger for them slowing it would have been nice for their relationships to not have hit rough patches. Am I just a sap? Maybe...and I’m okay with that.
“I heard this girl worked for Bishop,” said one of the guys, who had a tire iron resting on his shoulder. “Carrying around his death warrants. Like one of those Nazi collaborators.”
“You heard wrong,” Shane said. “She’s my girl. Now back off.”
“Let’s hear from her,” said the leader of the pack, and locked stares with Claire. “So? You working for the vamps?”
Shane sent her a quick, warning glance.
Claire took in a deep breath and said, “Absolutely.”
“Ah hell,” Shane breathed. “Okay, then. Run.”"
"Anybody else think that was weird?” Shane asked as they got into the car. Eve sent him an exasperated glance; the three of them were, of course, in the backseat. Amelie had the front, with Michael.
“Ya think? In general, or in particular?”
“Weird that we got through the entire thing, and I didn’t have to hit anybody.”
There was a moment of silence. Michael said, as he started the car, “You’re right, Shane. That is strange."
No comments:
Post a Comment