Miss Peregrine Series Novels & Stories

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.

“Well, seeing is believing. How about you give it a try and then see if there's a need to revaluate your conclusion. “He says, and I think over his words. Well, I'm in need of help. What's the harm in trying? He seems pretty confident. And if I go through with this, there are only two ways it can end. Either it works, or I get proven right, and it doesn't work. “Fine. “I reply, and he walks out from behind the desk and I get the full view of him for the very first time. He's bent over and is using a walking stick. He rests against the desk and stares sternly at me. Even under the red light, I can feel his strong gaze piercing through me. As if reading me like an open book and absorbing my de

My voice trailed awkwardly at the end, fully aware of how flimsy that sounded. Ace’s eyes narrowed again. “So, what—you just trust this guy?” “Did I have another option when I was being carried out of a burning building?” I shot back, exasperated. Ace opened his mouth, probably to argue, but Spitfire chose that exact moment to stretch, arch her back, and flick her tail toward him like a tiny warning flag. His eyes softened marginally as he crouched beside the nesting box. “Hola, princesa,” he cooed in the voice we all reserved for animals and abuelas. “You doing okay, hermosa?”