Butcher & Blackbird (The Ruinous Love Trilogy #1)

by Brynne Weaver

The skin splits open and a white mass of maggots tumbles out, like little orzo pastas. Except a significant number of those pastas is crawling toward me at a glacial pace, looking for a quiet place to complete the next stage of their maggoty life cycle.

“Fuck,” I whisper. Rose snorts. “Exactly. Shoot your shot, bro.”

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