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

by C.P. Harris

Love wasn’t enough, and the things that scared us wouldn’t go away simply because we ignored them.

BANGER

“There’s too much pain in the world, and the ones doing the preaching are usually the ones inflicting it.”

Toward the end, it became more about containing the devil inside Elliott rather than casting out the demons.”

Did Elliot kill his own parents? I wonder if that’s who the other alter is if there is one. The one who took on the responsibility of the murder.

“They were tortured to death.”

BY THE ALTER ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Sparrow and I weren’t that different from one another.

Okay, I see us going the surviving the merge way now. It’s looking like Quentin exists solely in the past and his death is what cause Sparrow to emerge and take over for Elliot. Now, the romance is between Elliot, Miguel and Sparrow? Or is Quentin suddenly going to have a now chapter and going to wake up from a coma?

I knew Sparrow better than anyone else—even if there was still so much to learn. I knew he existed, that he was real. I knew he had feelings, and I knew deep down, past his walls and guilt, he was kind. Because anything that came from Elliott could only be good. Sparrow just needed to feel safe enough to operate from that place.

“I’m happy bottoming, but I don’t feel the need to pick a side. I bottom because he’s my top, and I love doing it.” That didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy topping too.

I know where this is going…

He was sorry for more than the way he handled me. We both knew it, but were too afraid to deal with it right then.

Sorry for wanting Elliott?

Because if I’d learned anything now, it was that in order to save Elliott, I’d need to save Sparrow first.

For the first time, watching them made me feel like I was too big for my skin. For the first time, I wanted what they had. For the first time… I wanted them.

explain it, but it felt important to stay grounded. Every time I’d ever felt this way in the past, I ended up forgetting things.

He glanced at Quentin then. It had been all about them for years, and even when I came along, there were still parts of their relationship that belonged just to them. We’d belong to each other equally now.

My blood warmed as he continued to graze his fingers along my arm, and in that moment, I allowed myself to think the one thought I’d been denying myself. I’m falling for my captor.

I told him more than I’d ever told Quentin or Elliott because Sparrow had a way of making me dig deep for things

Mmmmmmmm

I knew I was making a mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself. Elliott wasn’t coming back, and Quentin was lost to me.

Quentin is rarely brought up in the present chapters it's like C.P. Harris almost wants us to forget him.

This should have been a past chapter, not a now chapter

“I didn’t do it,” he whispered. “I didn’t kill my parents.”

Was it Elliot?

She saved him.” “The Good One,”

Okay, colored me surprised

“I’m so sorry about Quentin.” “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Shock flashed in Sparrow’s tired eyes. “He… He’s…” “Yes,” I breathed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because either way, he’s gone.”

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

The next time I awoke, it was to a breathless voice I hadn’t heard in ages, calling me a name I thought I’d never hear ever again. “Guelly?”

🫠

This feels rushed

How had I survived so long without him? I let myself experience the true effect of his absence. I opened the compartment I’d been keeping that particular heartbreak in, sagging as I gazed up at him.

Hmmm sure