Vengeful (Villains, #2)

by V.E. Schwab

Perhaps she was glass. But glass is only brittle until it breaks. Then it’s sharp.

Hutch had obviously seen her handiwork at the poker game, and still he treated her like a prop, a pretty but powerless bauble. How many men would she have to turn to dust before one took her seriously?

Some people were matches, a bit of light and no heat. And some were furnaces, all heat but little light. And then, once in a blue moon, there was a bonfire, something so hot and bright you couldn’t stand too near without burning.