The Cruel Prince (The Folk of the Air, #1)

by Holly Black

“You look…” he says, and then trails off, blinking a few times, not seeming able to finish.

BRO CANT LIE SO HE WOULDVE SAID SHES BEAUTIFUL AHHHHHHHH

“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.”

“Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?” Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. “No,” I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. “Tell me.” “I cannot,”