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

by Brynne Weaver

If you hit someone in the back of the head hard enough, you can pop their eyeballs right out of their face.

Lachlan was right. I’m knee-deep in my peak “Hallmark Sad Man Cinderwhatever” era.

“To be honest, I was relieved it wasn’t the raccoon again. Do you know how hard it is to get a codeine-addicted raccoon out of a ventilation system? Fucking hard.”

“That depends,” she says. “What are you making, dear?” “A sex swing.” Lemonade shoots up my nose and burns.

“You’re nuts.” “I’ve been living with you for a week, and I killed a guy yesterday and you’re just figuring that out now?

“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

“I’m her doctor, for one thing.” “Forbidden. I like it. Makes it ten times hotter.”

“Except for right now. With all due respect, Dr. Kane,” I say as I fold one hand behind his head, “shut the fuck up and eat my pussy.”

“If you—” “If I want you to stop, just tell you, yeah yeah, rules, blah blah—” “If you don’t want me to stop, Rose,” he says with a dark smile and hooded eyes, “then you’ll keep your eyes on me.” I swallow. “Okay …” “Good girl,”

“You’re pretty upset.” “Damn straight, Dr. Observation.”

But I’m not sure I’m cut out for the fanciness of the Langham with its brushed gold and cool gray and muted blue decor. It even smells expensive. Decidedly not like Cheetos.

“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.”

“They’re still lookin’ for his body. I’m sure something will turn up soon.” “Perhaps he’s gone on a mission to spread the word of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to faraway lands,”

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.

“And take the raccoon with you. She keeps getting into the churro batter. Do you know how many batches I’ve thrown out?”

“What the fuck does it look like I’m wearing, asshat?” Lachlan makes a show of taking off his glasses and polishing the lenses with the bottom of his shirt before he slides them back on. “Looks like an idiot suit. Is that the right answer?”