her about his secret life.
After throwing her shoe at him, my cousin agreed to help put in a good word with the band. Thanks to Charlie and Trey, Charlie’s boyfriend, I got a gig as the Dust and Ashes live-in chef. It’s been a dream so far.
You know… if I ignore the potential death threat hanging over me all the time.
“Keep glaring into space and you’ll wrinkle.”
I glance up just as Damien Chen flings himself into the seat beside me. I still have no idea how he convinced Trey, Will, Jace and Morgan to let him come along. I was quite vocal about the unnecessary addition of a personal body guard. Especially one of them.
To be fair, Damien doesn’t look or act like what I’d assumed an assassin to be. He’s young, cheery, and cracks jokes like nobody’s business. It’s easy to forget that he murders for a living. I don’t see how anyone would be okay with that.
I don’t know him from Adam, and I don’t trust him either. I’m still iffy about trusting Alistair too, but at least I can count on him based on our past experiences.
Damien’s been trying his best to get me to loosen up around him. It’s kind of sweet, but I just can’t get past the moral barrier soaring between us.
He murders. That’s wrong. I don’t agree with it.
I don’t see how we can be friends.
“Yeah,” I shift uncomfortably. “You’re probably right.”
Damien sighs and stretches his long legs. Okay, if you must know Damien’s kind of cute. I mean, if you’re into the hot, Asian assassin types. I’ve got enough relationship problems with Alistair to last me a lifetime, so I’d never entertain thoughts of Damien.
But I’ve got eyes… and my eyes don’t mind looking at him.
“Why do you always wake up so early?” Damien taps his long, slim fingers against the tabletop.
I glance out the window to keep from looking at him as I speak.
“It’s a habit. I had to get to the hotel by five-thirty in the morning so I could start baking.”
“Wow,” Damien yawns. “That sucks.”
“Mm-hm.”
Awkward silence fills the cab. I focus on the window, pretending that I’m deep in thought. The scenery rolling by is quite beautiful in the pink strains of the sunlight. Dust and Ashes is rolling into Wales, which is a country near Great Britain.
The coast is gorgeous. Frothy white waves curl against brown rocks. The hills are covered with green, bringing to mind majestic kings in emerald robes. I’m not too keen on the circumstances that brought me here, but I’m kind of glad that I have this opportunity.
I’ve always wanted to travel the world, but believed that I couldn’t until I either married a rich man or waited for retirement. Being marked by a crazed assassin was the third option. I guess beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to opportunities like this.
Wales is the first stop on the Dust and Ashes tour. I’m excited to see the sights and to participate in the concert.
That’s right. I’m an honorary member of the band. When the group plays Laugh Belize , I get to play the tambourine. Am I a star or what?
Damien clears his throat, bringing me back to the present. His voice is a filled with exasperation.
“Kendall, Alistair asked me to take care of you. I can’t do that if you won’t talk to me.”
I frown. That’s another strike against Damien. Alistair insisted that the only person he trusted enough to ‘protect’ me was his assassin buddy. I get that, but if some mercenary wants me dead, I’m not sure what Damien can do about it.
I saw the way Maveth threw those knives at us when we were in the parking lot of Paparrazi’s . If I’d moved a centimeter in the wrong direction, I would have been sliced like a salmon.
Damien is asking way too much of me this early in our acquaintance. I have to find some way to get over his occupation and then maybe I can let him in. I just don’t see that happening anytime soon.
A snarky remark aches to burst from my lips, but I don’t want to get on
After throwing her shoe at him, my cousin agreed to help put in a good word with the band. Thanks to Charlie and Trey, Charlie’s boyfriend, I got a gig as the Dust and Ashes live-in chef. It’s been a dream so far.
You know… if I ignore the potential death threat hanging over me all the time.
“Keep glaring into space and you’ll wrinkle.”
I glance up just as Damien Chen flings himself into the seat beside me. I still have no idea how he convinced Trey, Will, Jace and Morgan to let him come along. I was quite vocal about the unnecessary addition of a personal body guard. Especially one of them.
To be fair, Damien doesn’t look or act like what I’d assumed an assassin to be. He’s young, cheery, and cracks jokes like nobody’s business. It’s easy to forget that he murders for a living. I don’t see how anyone would be okay with that.
I don’t know him from Adam, and I don’t trust him either. I’m still iffy about trusting Alistair too, but at least I can count on him based on our past experiences.
Damien’s been trying his best to get me to loosen up around him. It’s kind of sweet, but I just can’t get past the moral barrier soaring between us.
He murders. That’s wrong. I don’t agree with it.
I don’t see how we can be friends.
“Yeah,” I shift uncomfortably. “You’re probably right.”
Damien sighs and stretches his long legs. Okay, if you must know Damien’s kind of cute. I mean, if you’re into the hot, Asian assassin types. I’ve got enough relationship problems with Alistair to last me a lifetime, so I’d never entertain thoughts of Damien.
But I’ve got eyes… and my eyes don’t mind looking at him.
“Why do you always wake up so early?” Damien taps his long, slim fingers against the tabletop.
I glance out the window to keep from looking at him as I speak.
“It’s a habit. I had to get to the hotel by five-thirty in the morning so I could start baking.”
“Wow,” Damien yawns. “That sucks.”
“Mm-hm.”
Awkward silence fills the cab. I focus on the window, pretending that I’m deep in thought. The scenery rolling by is quite beautiful in the pink strains of the sunlight. Dust and Ashes is rolling into Wales, which is a country near Great Britain.
The coast is gorgeous. Frothy white waves curl against brown rocks. The hills are covered with green, bringing to mind majestic kings in emerald robes. I’m not too keen on the circumstances that brought me here, but I’m kind of glad that I have this opportunity.
I’ve always wanted to travel the world, but believed that I couldn’t until I either married a rich man or waited for retirement. Being marked by a crazed assassin was the third option. I guess beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to opportunities like this.
Wales is the first stop on the Dust and Ashes tour. I’m excited to see the sights and to participate in the concert.
That’s right. I’m an honorary member of the band. When the group plays Laugh Belize , I get to play the tambourine. Am I a star or what?
Damien clears his throat, bringing me back to the present. His voice is a filled with exasperation.
“Kendall, Alistair asked me to take care of you. I can’t do that if you won’t talk to me.”
I frown. That’s another strike against Damien. Alistair insisted that the only person he trusted enough to ‘protect’ me was his assassin buddy. I get that, but if some mercenary wants me dead, I’m not sure what Damien can do about it.
I saw the way Maveth threw those knives at us when we were in the parking lot of Paparrazi’s . If I’d moved a centimeter in the wrong direction, I would have been sliced like a salmon.
Damien is asking way too much of me this early in our acquaintance. I have to find some way to get over his occupation and then maybe I can let him in. I just don’t see that happening anytime soon.
A snarky remark aches to burst from my lips, but I don’t want to get on
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