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With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple.
If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.
What she doesn’t count on is Jarod's dark charm costing her feathers.
She’s dead set on saving him, and he’s dead set on destroying her.
Until he realizes destroying her wings is also destroying her heart.
A heart he longs to hear beat only for him.
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“You wouldn’t like your soul the way it was if you knew what it meant,” I said.
“What it meant?” Jarod dipped his stubble-coated chin into his neck. “What does it mean, Feather?”
I was about to feed him a basic explanation, the one we were allowed to share with humans, when my mind caught up with the word he’d just uttered. Feather. The pounding in my chest migrated to my temples. “Why did you call me that?”
“Why did I call you what?”
“You just called her Feather,” Tristan supplied.
Time stretched on endlessly before Jarod said, “Because she looks soft and spineless. Like a feather.”
I should’ve winced or balked at the use of the word soft—first Tristan, now Jarod . . . couldn’t I be described any other way?—but the nickname struck too close to home. “Worms are spineless; feathers have shafts.”
“Shafts aren’t spines.” A smile played on Jarod’s lips. “But if you’d rather I call you Worm—”
“No! Feather’s fine.” I licked my lips. “Does this mean you’ll give me a second chance?”
“Well, you’re nicer to look at than Tristan.”
“Salaud,” Tristan cursed, but his chuckling told me he wasn’t angry.
Jarod pivoted toward the porte-cochère. “This should be amusing.”
This wouldn’t be amusing. Not in the least. But if I could get him to amend just one of his terrible ways, then it would be worth it.
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“You wouldn’t like your soul the way it was if you knew what it meant,” I said.
“What it meant?” Jarod dipped his stubble-coated chin into his neck. “What does it mean, Feather?”
I was about to feed him a basic explanation, the one we were allowed to share with humans, when my mind caught up with the word he’d just uttered. Feather. The pounding in my chest migrated to my temples. “Why did you call me that?”
“Why did I call you what?”
“You just called her Feather,” Tristan supplied.
Time stretched on endlessly before Jarod said, “Because she looks soft and spineless. Like a feather.”
I should’ve winced or balked at the use of the word soft—first Tristan, now Jarod . . . couldn’t I be described any other way?—but the nickname struck too close to home. “Worms are spineless; feathers have shafts.”
“Shafts aren’t spines.” A smile played on Jarod’s lips. “But if you’d rather I call you Worm—”
“No! Feather’s fine.” I licked my lips. “Does this mean you’ll give me a second chance?”
“Well, you’re nicer to look at than Tristan.”
“Salaud,” Tristan cursed, but his chuckling told me he wasn’t angry.
Jarod pivoted toward the porte-cochère. “This should be amusing.”
This wouldn’t be amusing. Not in the least. But if I could get him to amend just one of his terrible ways, then it would be worth it.
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