Red Thorns (Thorns Duet, #1)

by Rina Kent

To your deepest, darkest fantasies.

Who even likes cheering in college? Certainly not me. I’d rather live my twenty-one-year-old life listening to hard rock and having as little contact with humans as physically possible, thank you very much.

My spirit animal

‘Our sins don’t catch up to us today.’

If I were more social, I would find a way to break the stifling silence, but I’d just make it more awkward, so I hold my tongue.

Does that make me fucked up? Probably. Do I care? Fuck no.