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

by Brynne Weaver

“You look like a TV doctor. Dr. McSpicy or something. What are your credentials?”

“Rose is my pequeño gorrión. My little sparrow.

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

“Killing is like, ‘Someone is dead because of me, but maybe it’s an oops—’” Fionn snorts. “I highly doubt this is an ‘oops.’” “—But murder is like, ‘I totally meant to do that.’”

“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.”

“And you’re not getting away from us, no matter which way it goes.” “Yeah. You’re definitely not. You’ve been stickered. You’re part of the sticker-bitch crew now. Count yourself lucky she didn’t put them on your tits.”

But I finally realize I don’t care about the illusion of light anymore. My Rose blooms in the dark. And all I want is to grow there with her.

But I don’t fucking care who I piss off or smash up. I will plow through this whole fucking city if that’s what it takes. I need to fix this. I need to tell her everything I should have in a moment that slipped through my fingers. Hell is going to have to wait.

But from the very first glance, from the first word, I was caught in your gravity. I wanted to be near you.

Every day we write each other letters. Every evening we read them out loud. We talk through the way we feel. Sometimes we make love. Sometimes we fuck. Sometimes we fight. Or we laugh. Or we cry. But every day we heal.