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

by Brynne Weaver

I might have been abandoned here, left in a cage. Maybe my wings have been clipped. But I can still fly.

She always wanted her life to look perfect. But she craved a bit of chaos underneath.”

Sometimes, I think right might not be good. And wrong might not be bad. Even before I joined Silveria Circus, I’d started to question what kind of people drew those lines around our lives, and whose benefit those boundaries are really for. Because the more women I meet like me, the more I believe the rules were never made with us in mind.

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

“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.”

I’ve touched him before, of course. Run my hands over his muscle and bone. But this time feels different. It feels like home.

“You don’t have to try so hard to be somebody else,” I say, and Fionn meets my eyes. “I like the dark too.”

“I’ve never been fucked in the ass while eating cotton candy before. This is like every circus girl’s dream.”

I drown in her. I press my lips to hers and thank every god I can think of when her tongue caresses mine. Everything inside me that felt misplaced is realigned when she wraps her arms around my neck and her body molds to mine, like she was always meant to fit.

Sometimes we make love. Sometimes we fuck. Sometimes we fight. Or we laugh. Or we cry. But every day we heal.

Because the truth is, after so many years of trying to out-perform expectations, I think I need a minute to stand back and simply exist

“It’s a cabin. In the woods. In the middle of fucking nowhere. I’m sure we’ll be just fine, love. Get in. We’re going to be late and I want to chase you and fuck you on the forest floor before the others get there.”

every time you try to take your teasing a little too far, karma comes along to bitch-slap you in the ball sack.”