Dangers Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

How much farther would they go? Was I in danger?

“Meanwhile, both of you may not be aware of the safe’s existence nor the code, but you might know who Homer’s beloved woman is.” “When we put these two clues together, we may be able to open the safe by using the woman’s birthday.” “In other words, both parties have to exchange clues to solve the case.” “Otherwise, I may never be able to open this safe forever, and you may not know of the safe’s existence for the rest of your life. This is what I mean by a cross-clue.” Spencer subconsciously nodded and asked, “Since you’ve said that, you should have found a clue similar to the safe? Why don’t you share it with us first?”

The question I still haven't answered. Dangerous to whom.

Absolutely dangerous. "Yes, sir."

His eyes glinted with something I couldn’t quite name. Something dangerous. “Very well then.”

She gave him stone. “You must know,” he continued, pacing the narrow length of the room, “that men like Ethan Cross leave wreckage in their wake. Brilliant, yes. Charismatic, certainly. But dangerous. Always dangerous. For those who stand too close, doubly so.” His gaze flicked back to her. “Do you ever worry that you’ve chained yourself to a sinking ship?” Her silence was answer enough. He stopped pacing, turning toward her fully, the aristocratic veneer sharpening into something harder. “Bad things seem to be happening,” he said, each word clipped and precise, “to people who have been dealing with Mr. Cross.”

"I'm just trying to figure out why women casually announce things like that." I folded my arms. "My point still stands." "And mine does too." "If your place isn't safe, then I'll leave." Damiano stopped laughing and looked at me as though I had just announced plans to swim with sharks. "And go where?" "I don't know." "Exactly." He moved toward the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the cap open. "Jax," he began before taking a sip, "you're involved with dangerous people. There's Charles, his brothers, Jackson, Nathalie and God knows who else. At this point, nowhere is completely safe."

Kyler asked worriedly, shaking me out from the pervy train of thoughts I had, once again. “Huh ? Oh yes, um-mm I understood what you said,” I replied right away. Someone please stop me from day dreaming and blabbering stupid shit like I would rather jump your bones in a bar and sp*nk your s*xy ass all night long, instead of going to a boring, cold place. “I understood about all the dangers you listed,” I added. I didn’t. Girl’s scout honest. Heard not a single word after the words ‘red zone’ and ‘dangerous’.

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”

" he concludes. "Safety?" I ask and he nods. "Your safety. I will protect you no matter what, but it still makes me nervous." he clarifies, gulping, his fingers crossed. I consider his explanation for a moment. Would I be in danger or something? What is behind all this? I want to know. No, I need to know. The waiter comes with our wine and two champagne glasses, pouring our glasses. I make eye contact with Axel. He's staring straight at me, his expression serious, not to be messed with. I squirm. I notice that it's the red wine he's pouring. Does he know that I'm still underage?