Brave (A Wicked Trilogy, #3)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Tink looked back at me, stare solemn. “‘The night is dark and full of terror.’” I frowned. “What?” He lifted a shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to say that to someone. All I’m missing is my Lady Melisandre red gown and hood.”

“You’re not full on silver or anything like that, it just looks like you’ve used the same kind of lotion I imagine strippers use.”

“I’d rather have you pissed off at me for the rest of your very long life than to allow the world’s brightest fucking star to go out. You can hate me today and tomorrow, but at least you’ll have a tomorrow, and I’ll make damn sure you have a whole bunch of them to be angry with me.”

I’d forgotten that there could still be an us through the storm.

“Thank the faery lords and ladies, I will not be a product of a split home.” “For the last time, we are not your parents, Tink.” I shook my head as I started to turn but stopped. “Pick up your bag.” Ren leaned in as Tink snatched the bag off the floor. “You sound like his mom.” “Shut up,” I hissed.

I swore to God and baby llamas everywhere, that bitch was going down.