Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

I think Bob appreciated my outfit. He made me buy the more expensive pendant. You might think that was to my disadvantage, but I accept that status comes with a price.” “Not usually so immediately.” I shake my head. “You better not be hitting on federal agent ladies. They’ll arrest you.” His grin widens. “I like handcuffs.” I groan. “There is something seriously wrong with you.” “Nothing that a night being worked over by a hot representative of justice couldn’t fix.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

What is it? For what do you scheme? Ethine's death would weigh on you and the stain of her blood would seep into your skin" "Do you know what they wish for when they give you the Unseelie crown?" Roiben's tone was soft, like he was telling a secret. Kaye could barely catch his words. "That you be made of ice. What makes you think it matters what I feel? What makes you think I feel anything at all?

He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.