Butcher & Blackbird (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

“I didn’t gouge them out, Butcher. I plucked them. Delicately. Like a lady.”

“I think we’re officially best friends now,” she says. “Oh yeah? Do you want to go do karate in the garage?”

but really I just want to steal your e-reader and curl up in bed with some pirate porn and then fall asleep for a thousand years.”

“You might be psycho,” I say with a grin as her eyes narrow, “but you’re my psycho, and I’m yours. Got it?”