Yet Another Pyromantic Snippet

Because editing makes me want to share.


I slumped in my chair. "I hate everything."

"What I love about you, cupcake, is your undeniable optimism."

"I'll show you optimism right up the side of your head."

"So violent," Ezra murmured. He stretched his legs onto my lap. "I don't think I've ever been this tired. I saw a pretty girl on the street earlier and I didn't even ask for her number. I think I might be dead. Ava, my little plum blossom, I want to be cremated. Remember that."

"If you die on me now, I'll scatter your ashes in the Playboy Mansion." I grabbed his leg, the one that had been injured, and rubbed it down for him.

"You wouldn't dare."

Sid was spread-eagle on the floor because apparently a bed was simply too far, and he was too tired to shift into hare and curl up by the fireplace. "I would think you'd like the Playboy Mansion."

Ezra sniffed. "The dream of frat boys and men with no imagination. Not interested. I plan to go out with some class."