Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil,” he begins, infusing the words with the air of theater. “Plant them shallow and water them deep. And in my place will grow a feral rose.” He leans down to Renata and cups her face, running a thumb across her bottom lip. “Soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”

Sabine knows that she is being cruel. She does not care.

Has she ever cared??? So over herrrrr