Title: Through Closed Eyes
Genre: YA Paranormal
"We're trying to find him," I blurted out. I sighed and shrugged further into the couch, hoping that their expensive cushions would swallow me up.
"Who?" Christian asked dumbly.
"John, who the h*** else?" I snapped impatiently. "I told you the truth, now you give me what I came for," I commanded as I placed my hand out in front of me. He smiled down at me and shook his head.
"You didn't tell me the full truth." He said it slowly, as if I was a kindergartner who kept cheating at a game and he had to keep retelling me the rules.
"You can't know the full truth," I said in a slight mimicking tone. I placed my lips in a pout.
"Pouting’s not pretty," he laughed, he touched my lips lightly.
"Neither is being a jerk," I muttered, reconsidering the whole killing angle.
"Yeah, but I'm a guy. We don't care about being pretty."
"Who's the liar now?" I giggled, rolling my eyes. Now, Gabriel doesn't care about being pretty, but I know almost every other guy does. Or, well, I suppose they prefer the term hot, pretty is an insult to their manliness. Ha ha.