Rage and Ruin by Jennifer L. Armentrout EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
- ISBN: B07YF3B7MF
- Language: English
- Genre: Suspense, Action, Thrill,
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I blinked open achy, swollen eyes and stared straight at the
pale, translucent face of a ghost.
Gasping, I jerked upright. Strands of dark hair fell across
my face. “Peanut!” I pressed the heel of one palm against my
chest, where my poor heart pounded like a steel drum. “What
in the Hell, dude?”
The ghost, who’d been sort of a roommate of mine for the
past decade, grinned at me from where he floated midair,
several inches above the bed. He was stretched out on his side,
cheek resting on his palm. “Just making sure you’re still
alive.”
“Oh my God.” Exhaling raggedly, I lowered my hand to the
soft dove-gray comforter. “I’ve told you a million times to stop
doing that.”
“I’m kind of surprised you still think I listen to you half the
time.”
Peanut had a point.
He had an aversion to following my rules, which were only,
like, two rules.
Knock before entering the room.
Don’t watch me while I sleep.
I thought they were quite reasonable rules.
Peanut looked like he had the night he died, way back in the
’80s. His Whitesnake concert T-shirt was legit, as were his
dark jeans and red Chuck Taylors. On his seventeenth
birthday, for some idiotic reason, he’d climbed one of those
massive speaker towers and subsequently fallen to his death,
proving natural selection was a thing.
Peanut hadn’t crossed over into that shiny bright white light,
and a few years ago, I stopped trying to convince him when he
said to me, quite clearly, it was not his time. It was far past his
time, but whatever. I liked having him around…except when
he did creepy crap like this.
Pushing the hair out of my face, I looked around my
bedroom—no, not my bedroom. This wasn’t even my bed. All
of this belonged to Zayne. My gaze flicked from the heavy
sunlight-blocking curtains to the bedroom door—the closed
bedroom door that I’d left unlocked the night before, just in
case…
I shook my head.
“What time is it?” I leaned back against the headboard,
keeping the blanket close to my chin. Since Wardens’ body
temps ran higher than humans’ and it was July, so it was most
likely hot and sticky as a circle of Hell outside, Zayne’s
apartment was like an icebox.
“It’s almost three in the afternoon,” Peanut answered. “And
that’s why I thought you were dead.”
Damn, I thought, scrubbing my hand across my face. “We
got back pretty late last night.”
“I know. I was here. You didn’t see me, but I saw you. Both
of you. I was watching.”
I frowned. That didn’t sound creepy at all.
“You looked like you’d been through a wind tunnel.”
Peanut’s gaze flickered over my head. “You still do.”
I’d felt like I’d been in a wind tunnel. A mental, emotional
and physical wind tunnel. Last night, after I’d had a complete
and utter breakdown by the old treehouse at the Warden
compound, Zayne had taken me flying.
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