The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2)

by Holly Black

I’m no longer a child, and I don’t need comfort.

“You want to know what I did to make him raise me up?” I ask, leaning toward her, close enough that she can feel the warmth of my breath. “I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn’t do exactly what I wanted.”

BOOMSHAKALAKA HE WANTS HER SO BAD

For a moment, there is silence between us. He takes a step toward me. “The other night—” I cut him off. “I did it for the same reason that you did. To get it out of my system.” “And is it?” he asks. “Out of your system?” I look him in the face and lie. “Yes.”

HEHE (devil grin emoji)