Scythe & Sparrow (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #3)

by Brynne Weaver

“That depends,” she says. “What are you making, dear?” “A sex swing.” Lemonade shoots up my nose and burns. I cough and sputter my way through what would otherwise be a moment of suspended silence. But that only lasts for a blessed few seconds before I’m surrounded by a flurry of voices that tosses me into an alternate reality. “You’ll need a softer heft for that. Maybe try the MillaMia merino.” “You might want to consider a tighter crochet stitch.” “Is it for you?” Maude asks without looking up. “Or does it need to take the weight of an adult man? Like, say”—her eyes flick to me—“maybe the doctor’s size?”

“Fucking Barbara,” he hisses. I grab a crutch and hop up onto my good foot. “Yeah, fucking Barbara. Let’s fuck her up,” I say, whipping my knife from the sheath at my back. “Who’s Barbara?” “The raccoon.” I blink at him as Fionn pockets his phone and strides to the table to grab his truck keys. “Aww, I don’t want to fuck her up. She sounds cute.”

“It’s okay to love your darkness and still love yourself. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a whole one.”

“Do I look like the kind of girl to go down without a fight?”

That the show can’t begin until you jump.”