Reaper and Ruin (Saint View Murder Squad #3)

by Elle Thorpe

“I am a land-dwelling creature, Whip! I am not made for the sea!”

“I’m Rose, not Jack! Let me on the door!”

“Next time,” Levi muttered, “he’s wearing floaties.” “Next time”—I shook my head, straining my way through the water, coughing up lungs full of liquid—“we let the fish have him.”

“Funerals aren’t for the dead. They’re for those left behind.

And when I was sure they were all out, I whispered into the stillness, “I love you guys. But if you shit yourselves in my bed, I will end you.”

“I explored. Lost my map. Maybe got eaten by a lion. Which, by the way, would be preferable to either of you ever touching my ass again.”

“If I die, tell Violet I fought bravely. And if she asks why my hands are bleeding, say it’s from combat. Do not tell her it’s from a particularly aggressive pine cone.”