Vengeful (Villains, #2)

by V.E. Schwab

While seeking revenge, dig two graves—one for yourself. —Douglas Horton

Perhaps she was glass. But glass is only brittle until it breaks. Then it’s sharp.

“The next time you point a gun at someone, make sure you’re ready to pull the trigger.”

“Maybe we are broken. But we put ourselves back together. We survived. That’s what makes us so powerful. And as for family—well, blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.”

She was bored by being called beautiful, and then a bitch. Stunning, and then stuck up. A ten, and then a tease.

“We can’t shape our past,” he said. “Only our future.”

Angie laughed, a small, affectionate sound. “You’re such a weirdo sometimes.” “Only sometimes?” asked Victor. “I’ll have to try harder.” Those blue eyes flicked to Eli. “Normal is overrated.”

That was the thing, it was amazing what you could get used to, how quickly the strange became mundane, the extraordinary normal.

“Never underestimate an angry woman.” “Never underestimate a woman,” amended Rios.

How many men would she have to turn to dust before one took her seriously?

Ask nice. Play nice. Marcella was so fucking tired of nice.

Victor stared at the wall as if it were still a window. “He doesn’t know how patient you are,” he said. “Doesn’t know you like I do.” Eli cleaned the blood from his hand. “No,” he said softly. “No one ever has.”

EVERY end may be a new beginning, but every beginning had to end.