For all that they have made their promises together–promises Erik keeps in the deep recesses of his mind with all the other things he never wants Charles to see–there is little that can stem the ugly reality of leaving the hospital.
They were working a simple bait-and-extract, pulling corporate espionage on one company and feeding it to a competitor, when Arthur got a phone call.
Kissing Shane was like–like a breaking dawn, or something else lyrical and grand and everyday.
“What don’t you understand, Katie?” Naomi said as dryly as she could. ‘”I’m the same girl you’ve known for ages, apart from the bit where I’m fucking your sister.”
Jal wasn't normally a smoker, but sometimes she made exceptions.
‘I don’t get why we’re talking about this,’ Santana says.