Let's Make a Scene: A Novel (Theo & Cynthie, #2)

by Laura Wood

I hope the thunder from the sky fucks you until you are dead.”

she’s not delicate like a flower; she’s delicate like a scalpel—and twice as sharp.

Why does Jack Turner-Jones talking about boundaries make me want to squirm in my seat? I am such a mess. Is a man talking about behaving with basic respect really doing it for me? Apparently so. God, the bar is on the fucking floor these days.

I look in the mirror, and my mouth falls open. “How did you do that?” I ask. “I’m a witch,” she replies, and I’m not sure she’s joking.

I swear I can taste colors.

“Hic sunt dracones.” When I look confused, he smirks. “Here there be dragons.”

I’m like his favorite book, the one he can’t put down.