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

by Brynne Weaver

“I got a little stuck. And you specifically said, ‘Any trouble whatsoever, call me.’ This is ‘trouble whatsoever.’”

“At least that’s chaos with a purpose.

“It’s the least I can do. Thanks for taking a raccoon to the face for me.”

“So cute yet so murdery,” I say, stuffing the gloves in my back pocket. “I think we’re kindred spirits, Barbara.”

“Do you remember that time about ten seconds ago when I told you it was none of your business? It’s still none of your fucking business.”

“No. It was my grandmother’s deck. Gran died on it. Literally. Boom.” I clap my hands and Fionn startles. “Smack down on the deck, God rest her soul. Now she’s like … attached to it.”

My Rose blooms in the dark. And all I want is to grow there with her.

“You’re right. You look just as much like a clown as the first time I met you,”

Ta-da, motherfucker.

“Holy fucking shit, it’s true. I hit you so hard your eyeball popped out.”