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

by Brynne Weaver

The Orb Weaver. I’m sitting across the table from the fucking Orb Weaver. And she’s fucking beautiful.

“You’ll love me one day,”

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

‘It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye,’” I whisper. “And that’s when the real fun begins.”

We’re both monsters, after all. Different monsters, thrust together in the cage I’ve created.

I’m 100% positive that I hate you And I’m 100% positive you’ll love me one day

Because revenge is easy. But everything else is hard.

I know what it’s like to be so exhausted you’re desperate to rest, yet so in pain that it seems like a distant reality.

“You’re all the best things to me, Sloane. No matter how many bruises are in your heart or on your skin.”

“I like solitude, Rowan. I feel safe when I’m alone. Maybe not always with that furbag over there looking like he wants to shred my face off,” she’d said as she flailed a hand toward the bedroom door, “but Winston aside, this is good for me. I don’t feel lonely. Actually, it’s the first time in a long time that I don’t.”