Dreams of Gods and Monsters (Daughter of Smoke and Bone, #3)

by Laini Taylor

“But perhaps it’s time now to seek help. You’ve been through so much.” And that’s when things started to go sideways. He still had his hands upraised in that let’s-not-do-anything-rash manner, and Eliza just stared at him. What was that all about? He was acting like she was hysterical, and for a second, it made her doubt herself. Had she raised her voice? Was she wide-eyed and nostril-flared, like some kind of lunatic? No. She was just standing there, arms at her sides, and she would have sworn by anything worth swearing on—if there was anything worth swearing on—that she didn’t look crazy. She didn’t know how to react. It brought on a bizarre feeling of helplessness to face such an exaggerated response. “What I need help with,” she said, “is proving that I didn’t do this.” “Eliza. Eliza. It doesn’t matter now. Let’s just get you home, and worry about that later.”