Storm and Fury (The Harbinger #1)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“So, he started getting dressed, and I was like hold me closer, tiny dancer, this is not the America I was promised, but it is the afterlife I’m here for.”

“Isn’t that evil’s greatest achievement? It often hides itself in innocence?”

“I feel like...like we’ve met before,” he said, and I vaguely became aware of Matthew’s fingers stilling. “I felt that way the first time we spoke, but we haven’t. I would’ve remembered.” My heart rate sluggishly picked up, because I... I’d felt that way, too. “Same,” I murmured. “That’s weird, isn’t it?” “It is,” he replied.

“The bond is designed to alert me to when you’re in danger,” he said, looking at me. “You were in danger, and I felt nothing.”

“Am not,”

"I'm"

“I’m guessing the sky is full of stars?” “It is, but the only ones that matter are the ones you see.”

“And what do we do to friends?” Roth said. “We don’t eat them, Bambi.”