This time, Ian did get to his feet. “This isn’t a decision you get to make!” he said incredulously. “Sydney Sage’s fate isn’t in yours hands. You have no right to-“
“Ivashkov” Interrupted Sydney. It was the first she’d spoken since we entered the room. Ian turned his outraged expression from the throne to her.
“I beg your pardon”
“Ivashkov” she repeated, her face was the picture of serenity. “My name is Sydney Ivashkov now.”
Gavin has started calling you the queen of zombie hearts,” Cole said. “And you know what, he’s right. It fits. Before you, I wasn’t really living. I was existing. Moving from girl to girl. Killing zombies. I was as good as dead, but you brought me back to life. And you are most definitely the queen of my heart.
Can’t find Smith. But I see you found my cupcake.”
“Mine,” Cole snapped.
Always blame the guy,” she said. “That’s my new motto. And I’ve been plotting revenge. It goes a little something like this. We run away together, get married the way I know you want to, and then, just for grins and gigs, we send the boys a postcard that says, and I quote, ‘Are you still planning to murder your postman?’”
This girl… Light. Of. My. Life. “I’m in!