Vicious Fae (Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

“But I’m not the same girl as I was before my brother died,” I breathed, a thickness building in the back of my throat at that admission. “And his death did something to me, took something, broke something in me so profoundly that I feel like I’ve been torn into all of these pieces which just don’t fit back together properly anymore.

But one thing about it had been real and true and pure and that was my love for my brother. It had been the thing that grounded me, kept me sane, let me know who I was deep down in my heart. And now it was gone.

I hated this box. Hated that all that was left of my beautiful, funny, kind, loving, utterly hopelessly, noble brother was the contents of something so small. Because he wasn’t small. He was big and bright and important and…gone.