Bringing children into it was just low, I decided. At least heʹd left puppies out.

Promises. I was drowning in promises.

Honor, I thought. For real: the guardians should have taught it. Because I hadn't learned it.

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?

Adrian suddenly made an abrupt turn onto a side street we'd nearly driven past. I jerked upright as he clipped the curb. "What are you doing? Think about your tires!

You forgot another lesson: Never turn your back until you know your enemy is dead. Looks like we’ll have to go over the lesson again the next time I see you—which will be soon. Love, D.

Later, I would ask Shaya to help me compose a formal response to Katrice's letter, something a long the lines of "I am the Thorn Queen. F*** Off.