Saving Sparrow (Slow Burns & Tragic Beginnings, #2)

by C.P. Harris

“To love me, you must love all of me, even the parts you don’t yet understand.” ~H Pierre

“We loved you,” I whispered. We loved all of him, which meant even the part of him we didn’t know. “We… loved you too.”

“Throne of Glass,” I read, peering down at the book he held. “Are you a Maasassin?” “What’s that?” He scrunched up his nose. “That’s what Sarah J. Maas fans call themselves.”

“I’m sorry your mom left.” “I’m not,” Quentin said. “I never blamed her. My father’s an asshole. I used to wish she’d taken me with her, but then I would’ve never met Miguel. So, it all worked out.”

“We were just three broken, codependent kids looking for a type of love no one could ever take from us. We had no boundaries, and before long, going too far didn’t seem far enough.”

“Your entry code spells love,” I whispered. Seemed like a silly thing to start with, but it also felt right. “Yeah.” He tucked his hands under his cheek. “It’s stupid.”

One side of Quentin’s lips tilted upward. “Did my pretty girl miss me?”

“Whoa,”—Quentin removed his one earbud—“what the fuck is on those index cards?”

“He means when the big, bad dick is no longer dicking you down,” Quentin drawled like an asshole, clearly trying to scare Elliott.