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.

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

“Rose is my pequeño gorrión. My little sparrow. One of my best performers.”

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

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.”

“It wasn’t really by choice. But I’d take a raccoon to the face for you any day, Rose Evans.”

“God, yes. But what if you couldn’t find me?” My strokes slow. I hold her gaze. The urge to kiss her steals my breath. It takes every last thread of my restraint not to do it, and it leaves nothing else behind. Maybe she won’t see that every barrier I try to keep up has crumbled, if only for a heartbeat, when I say, “I will always find you, Rose.”

“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.”

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.