Little Dove (Black Resorts, #1)

by Layla Frost

I knew better than fanciful dreams.

Grammar - I knew better ^than to have^ fanciful dreams

ugly gown.

Um… no, they’re not.

thin, scratchy smock

Have you ever even fucking been to a hospital before?

I asked, knowing too much about wrapping injuries.

Then why ask how to treat a sprain? Needs clarification.

“I trust you’ll be purchasing a table at the hospital’s fundraiser next month.”

That’s… just not how it works…

Shit, this has probably cost a fortune and my insurance barely covers a Flintstones vitamin and a prayer. It wouldn’t be the first bill to go to collection, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.

Considering she’s probably on welfare, this isn’t true at all. And considering she’s being treated under a false name, her insurance isn’t going to be getting a bill for this hospital visit.

having them think I was responsible for his death.

Yeah… no. They can “think” whatever they want. Thankfully there’s something out there called “due process.” Was this book written by a seventeen year old moron?

My head was a floaty balloon, and I was exhaustedly loopy.

“Floaty” or “loopy”—not both. Too many unnecessary adverbs.

“Fine, fine, fine.”

Harry Dresden?

scratchy gown

Sigh.

I was about to apologize but bit my tongue and returned his glare. Now he knows how it feels.

Oh, yes, she really showed him.

Oh well, I’ll ask at dinner.

The insipidity of her mind is grating on my interest in this story.

I wasn’t sure if technology was supposed to be pretty, but it was.

Are you freaking kidding me.

A belated birthday present -M How did he know about my birthday?

Omg, she’s getting dumber.

I preferred serial killer biographies

This definitely makes her “cooler.”

I’d finished one of the mystery novels, despite it being boring, long-winded, and so predictable, I’d correctly guessed the clichéd villain in the second chapter. My brain needed a rest.

Yes, a real accomplishment, given it was sooo predictable. And she needed a rest from doing what??? All the excitement and mental focus spent on boring and predictable mystery?

Loneliness swirled around me. A familiar feeling.

Absolutely no reason to create a new paragraph. The second phrase wasn’t important or interesting enough to warrant its own line.

Ms. Vera must not have told Mr. Freddy what I hated. Hopefully he’s still paying attention to what I’ve left behind.

YOU’RE REALLY THAT FREAKING OBTUSE??

Okay then. Apology accepted?

Fucking shut up already.

Do I smell bad?

This girl is not funny or smart or interesting. She is pointless.

Stupid grapefruit, piggybacking off a grape’s good name to trick people into thinking it’s delicious, too.

Please, stop existing.

But I am here by choice now. Wait, what? Shut up, brain.

Christ, I despise this stupid little girl.

Are there other people held here?

Dumb

No, I’d have heard. Right?

Dumber

Who lives like this?

Cognitively disadvantaged.

I wonder what’s in there?

How is this twit still alive?

This is insane. Seriously, who the heck lives like this?

Not morons like you, obviously.

“SHE’S BRIGHT.”

Maximo hates liars, you worthless liar.