A Touch of Poison (Shadows of the Tenebris Court, #2)

by Clare Sager

For the women turning their rage into power. Let’s burn it all down.

Home, away from him and reminders of intrigue and deceit and the horrible foolishness of what I’d believed I’d almost had.

Like we could pick and choose what had and hadn’t happened in the past, and for this short while we were choosing only the best moments and none of the bad.

It vibrated along every nerve like I stood at the centre of an orchestra as its music rose in deafening crescendo. Every part of me trembled like I might tear apart on the next tick of the clock.

Turned out, it was a lot harder than I’d expected to hate someone who’d opened a part of me I hadn’t even known was there.

Even in small ways like this, Kat’s influence had crept under my skin. As sweet and sharp and insidious as her poison.

“Hmm. Did it serve you to keep quiet?” I had no answer. “Or did your silence just serve others and their comfort?”

“You should’ve saved your favour to stop me tearing you apart.”

“Your anger is a beautiful thing, Katherine. You are allowed to have it, and you’re allowed to show it.”

I couldn’t stop saying her name—my damnation, my salvation, my everything in between.

Because this was a life—or at least the early buds of one. A life—not just survival.

And perhaps Bastian’s hobby wasn’t only contained to his workroom, because I felt a little less broken than I had before coming to Tenebris.

You can’t choose what you numb. If you’re deadened, you lose the good and the bad.

Katherine. My Katherine.

I was Katherine Fucking Ferrers, and I was going to go and save the man I loved.