The Dagger and the Flame (The City of Fantome, #1)

by Catherine Doyle

Pippin raised his head to sniff it. Madame Mercure startled at the movement. “Gracious. A rodent.”

HAHGDHSSGD

“Now who’s afraid, spitfire?” he crooned, gazing down at her through a veil of black lashes. “Look at that smart mouth tremble.”

GIRL-

Ransom leaped to his feet, rounding on Theo. “Who the fuck are you?” Theo spat out a glob of blood. “Your worst nightmare.” Ransom laughed. “Okay, Drama. The theater is two streets over.”

PLEASE

He had thought of Mama, sewing her own cuts closed over the sink too many times to count, and in that moment, as he towered over Seraphine Marchant, he didn’t feel like a Dagger. He felt like his father.

Gawd DAMN