Torn (Wicked Trilogy, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Hell, my duty to the Order dictated that I turn myself over to them, and it wasn’t even that. For the first time in my life, the sudden reluctance to do the right thing had nothing to do with my duty. It had everything to do with Ren.

Knowing how Amazon packed their stuff, I figured there was either something ironically small in the big box or there were ten things shoved into it.

This is too accurate

I was rocking a decent-sized food baby, the only kind of baby that would be getting into my stomach anytime soon.

He actually laughed as he stood there, shirtless, his pants zipped but unbuttoned. “Oh, you just busted into the wrong house,” he growled.

Not that crying made you weak or pitiful. Once upon a time, I used to think that, and then I grew up.

Once Ren had been introduced to beignets, he loved them like all people with good taste in fried pastries did.

“I don’t know how long I’ve been in love with you, but it was probably that night you flipped me onto my back, straddled me, and held a dagger to my throat. If it wasn’t that night, it was the first time you let me get close to you, let me see the real you under everything.”