Two Kingdoms (The Dark Side, #3)

by Kristy Cunning

In romance books, the girl gets away with everything while the guys dote on her and affectionately stroke her hair. So not fair. Fiction is starting to annoy me with all its misleading inaccuracies.

I did that! I mentally put the celebratory dance on hold, trying to look like I already knew I was going to be a badass on command.

Aww. His angry scowl makes him my favorite. Then again, the bar is set pretty low right now.

This guy is Rafael? The guy with an ungroomed beard that is sticking out in ten directions and looks like he’s slept in a gutter for five straight days? This is who killed me? I’m clearly not as badass as I thought.

I think it’s the first time I’ve been truly noticed since our badass entrance went ignored.

Still, when they lean over me to argue over my head—the Devil on my left and the angel on my right—I snort and choke back a laugh.

“Because it’d be the perfect balance. Who expects something that shits rainbows to be the end of the world? Unicorns only make sense if they’re evil…”

I watch with more longing than I care to admit, because I find myself wishing the fucker had made it look like I had died.