Crush (Crave)

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Come on Baby, Light My Candle Just like that, there’s a weird feeling deep inside me. A spark of heat, of light, of energy that is both familiar and completely foreign at the same time. “Go ahead,” Hudson tells me, his voice little more than a whisper. “Reach for it.” So I do, hand outstretched and everything about me open wide. And then it’s there, right there inside me. Arrowing into me. Lighting me up from the inside. Making every nerve ending in my body come alive like I’ve never felt before. “Do you feel it now?” Macy asks, voice raised excitedly. “I do,” I tell her, because this has to be it. This brilliant feeling that’s warm and bright and airy and light has magic written all over it. “Good,” Macy continues. “Now hold it for a minute, get used to it. Feel it moving through your body.” I do as she says, letting the warmth and the light burn through me. “What do I do now?” I ask, because while it feels amazing to have this feeling inside me, it also feels unsustainable—like it’ll burn right through me and then disappear if I don’t know what to do with it. “Focus your mind,” Macy says, “on lighting the candle.

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I’m also happy to say that, along with that journey, is an even more explicit endeavor for Grace to assert independence and agency. When it first came out, Crave prided itself on being a more feminist and inclusive vampire novel but, for a lot of it, Grace is kept in the dark. She’s frustratingly aloof and while she doesn’t necessarily rely on others for everything, she doesn’t show that she has all that much agency either. I’m Going to Wash That Psychopath Right Out of My Hair The Bloodletter assesses me for several seconds before she answers. “Every single paranormal finds a different way to build a shield inside them. They do what feels natural—what feels right—to them as they explore and grow into their powers. “At a different time, that’s how you would learn to build your wall. As a shield to keep your powers from adversely affecting the people around you.” “But I don’t have any powers,” I tell her, more than a little confused. “I mean, except the ability to turn to stone. I’m still skeptical on the flying part.” She smiles a little at that and shakes her head. “You have more power than you know, Grace. You just have to find it.” I have no idea what that means, but at this point, I’m willing to try anything. Especially if it means Hudson can’t hurt Jaxon again—or anyone else. “Is that how I build the wall or the shield or whatever you want to call it? By channeling my power?” “Not this time. Because you’re not trying to keep your powers in. You’re trying to separate yourself and your powers from Hudson and his powers. So while we would normally be talking about a shield, right now, we have to talk about a What are you going to do?” “Besides cry and eat a boatload of Cherry Garcia ice cream?” I offer flippantly. “I’m thinking two boatloads, but yeah. Besides that?” I tell her about the spell and the five things we have to get to turn Hudson human again. “So that’s why Hudson made you take the athame?” she asks, astonished. “He wants out, too?” “That’s what he says. Although he was only going for the four items. He has no interest in being turned human.” She looks alarmed. “We can’t let him out if he still has his powers. You know that, right?” “Believe me, I know. I’m just not sure how long I can handle having him in my head.” “I can only imagine.” She moves to my bed and sits down next to me so she can wrap an arm around my shoulders. “But don’t worry. We’ll get started tomorrow on figuring out how to get the last three things. And we should probably rope Flint in. I bet he’ll have some ideas about how to get the dragon bone.” “I don’t— You don’t—” I break off, not sure how to say all the things I’m feeling right now. “I don’t what?” she asks. “You don’t have to do this with me. I mean, it sounds like at least two of the tasks are going to be really dangerous, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” “Are you kidding me right now?” Macy demands, and she looks outraged in a way I’ve never seen from her before. “You What are we supposed to protect?” I ask, blood humming with the promise of what’s to come. “Magic itself,” Jaxon tells me. “And all the factions who wield it in all their different ways.” “So not just witch magic, then.” “No, not just the witches. Gargoyles kept the balance among all the paranormals—vampires and werewolves, witches and dragons.” He pauses. “Mermaids and selkies and every other not-just-human creature on the planet—and also humans.” “But why did your father kill the gargoyles, then? If they were the ones keeping everything balanced, why would he want to get rid of them?” “Power,” Jaxon says. “He and my mother wanted more power, power they couldn’t just take with the gargoyles watching. And now they have it. They sit at the head of the Circle—” “Amka mentioned the Circle to me. What is it?” I ask. “The Circle is the ruling body that governs paranormals all over the world. My parents have the highest positions of power on the council, positions they inherited when my father instigated the destruction of all the gargoyles,” Jaxon explains. “He instigated the murdering of all the gargoyles,” Hudson says from where he’s still near the window, “because he convinced his allies that the humans were planning another war, used the Salem Witch Trials to prove his point. And gargoyles were going to side with them.” “He killed them all because of a war that never happened?”The story itself is good. Kind of predictable. So far I've been able to call everything that's happened including the last line. And still no sex. If I wasn't a person that likes to finish something that they've started I would have quit this at the last book Read more This book was better than the last one…. But far out, Grace is such an annoying character. Read more Now she’s looking at me like I actually did spit pea soup. “Um, I hate to break it to you, Grace, but things like this don’t happen here—at least not when you aren’t around.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Fantastic. That makes me feel so much better, thanks.” She lifts her hand in a “what do you want me to say?” gesture. Before I can answer her, my phone dings with a long series of text messages. We both turn to stare at it as one. “You should get that,” Macy whispers after a second. “I know.” Yet I make no move toward my desk, where it’s currently charging. “Do you want me to get it for you?” she asks when it dings three more times. “I don’t know.” Macy sighs, but she doesn’t argue with me. Probably because she is at least as afraid as I am to find out who’s texting me. And why. But we can’t hide forever, and when a third string of messages comes in, I bite the bullet and say, “Fine, get it, please. I don’t want to…” This time I’m the one who holds my hands up—my bloody hands. I want to wash off, am dying to wash off, but every police procedural I’ve ever seen is running through my head right now. If I do wash up, is that destroying evidence? Will it make me look more guilty? I mean, it sounds awful, but I am currently covered in someone else’s blood and have no idea how it happened. Call

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Everything feels off—especially me. I’ve returned to Katmere Academy, but I’m haunted by fragments of days I have no recollection of living and struggling to understand who, or what, I really am. Not when the last time he was happy, he was plotting a hostile takeover of half the paranormal world.” Dude, she has wings. You better catch me instead. No way do I want a dragon's talon through my heart.”On the other hand, the reason for that is a very, very good one. One that I don’t want to go into too much detail with here (because you’ll enjoy it more if you go in completely blind), but that I very much enjoyed and am glad we got almost a full book of. (And once you’ve read Crush and know what I’m talking about, please tweet me so that we can yell about it together.) she…lives…in an ice cave it doesn’t take that long to get to from here.” I turn his words over in my head, trying to find a deeper meaning to them. I know there is one—it’s obvious from the way looks are flying between my uncle and Amka. Macy seems oblivious, but that’s obviously because she’s as in the dark about this subject as I am. “She’s brutal,” Amka says after a second. “Completely terrifying. But if anyone knows how to help you, she will.” I’ve got to admit, “brutal” is not exactly a word that evokes confidence in me. Then again, neither is “terrifying.” And considering I’m standing in a room with one of the most powerful vampires in existence and no one here is the least bit afraid of him, I shudder to think of what this Bloodletter person might be like. Especially since even Jaxon seems nervous at the idea of taking me to her. “Do you know her?” I ask as apprehension fills me. “I mean, will she try to kill us on sight or will she at least listen to what we have to say?” “She’s brutal but not completely psychotic,” Jaxon tells me. “And I do know her, yes. She raised me.” He doesn’t say anything else, just kind of drops it out there, like being raised by the most terrifying vampire in existence is a totally normal thing. He might as well have pulled out a fullon South Park impression and said, Move along, people. Nothing to see here. Which only convinces me more that there’s a lot Jaxon’s leaving out. And more concerned that what he’s leaving out is