More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“It’s going to feel like falling off a cliff.”
“Because she’s our family, and you’re her family.” He dips his chin in a grim nod. “Family is the only thing we trust.”
But Verity doesn’t even know what the ascension is. And she hates getting blood on her dresses.
I love this!
I’m starting to understand that Remy doesn’t just see things that we don’t. He sees everything all at once.
Have I mentioned how much I adore Remy?
“I have to go—” “Check your head?” I guess, moving aside. “See the sky?” Remy stops, his green eyes locked on mine. “Yeah,” he breathes, tucking the marker behind his ear. “Exactly. Fucking exactly.”
Part of me wants to yell and scream, to tell them to get on their knees and let me ruin them the way they ruined me, but I’m made for something bigger than a moment of revenge. I’m made to be the mother of a king.
boom!!!
And then Tommy Wright drops to his knees.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
“Red,” I admonish, already knowing where this is going. She flushes. “I washed them in the fountain first?”
Right. Probably don’t want to tell her mother that we’ve been nursing her tits.
Heh.
Pouring some into each glass, she raises her own. “To the victor go the spoils.” Grabbing for mine, I give it a sniff before raising it, correcting, “To create is to reign.” She laughs a low, scratchy laugh. “Oh, blondie. Same fucking thing.”
Wicker climbs slowly to his feet, a cocky smirk plastered to his face. “Just my throbbing, nine-inch cock.”
I love him.
“I was feeding him and fell asleep.” The panic rising into anguish, I shove him over, hands searching. “Oh my god, where is he?”
Relatable.
“He’s right, Red,” Wicker says, grinning roguishly. “And I, for one, am completely ready to be your pretty, kept Prince, so get up there and claim that title.”
Team Wicker FOREVER (Ad Remy too, which... seems fitting now.)
“East End doesn’t need another troubled, self-involved man to weigh it down with his baggage. It needs…” He pauses, searching. And then the divot in his brow smoothes away. “It needs kindness. You’re the only person who’s ever promised that to them.” I take a deep breath, looking at Tommy, Rory, Baxter, Dory, Loeffler, and Mitch—men who could grow into monsters under the pressure of a system that demands it of them. Or men who can grow into something better, if only they have the guidance.
“You glitter like diamonds, and you survive. But mostly,” I press a kiss to his pulse point, relishing in the thrum of his heart, “you love the hurt out of each other.”
A year ago, I never would have dreamed that I'd want to someday transform a group of hurt, angry boys into men. I never would have thought I'd want it so much, and so achingly, and so impatiently.
