Only Ashes Remain (Market of Monsters, #2)

by Rebecca Schaeffer

She woke when they were landing with a crick in her neck. A line of drool ran down the window, and droplets of it spattered her shirt.

I'm in this picture and I don't like it.

His mouth stretched into a warped grin, crooked and slightly off, though she was hard-pressed to say how. She grinned back, and she wondered if her smile was as broken and twisted as his was.

She’d been in Toronto less than a day and with Kovit less than an hour before she’d been involved in a murder. And she hadn’t even had a chance to dissect the body. No, we aren’t supposed to think like that.

Nita found a wallet and cell phone, which she pocketed, and another gun, which she shoved in Kovit’s waistband. He gave her a look like, Why are you shoving guns down my pants? And she just shrugged like, Well, where else do I put it?

These two are a disaster xD

He grinned, cruel and crooked and violent as he plucked the cheese grater from the shelf. “Then I want to have fun first.”

Omg I had to put the phone down for a second and yell, "THE FUCKING CHEESE GRATER!? FUCKING HELL" to the cat.

She swallowed, wishing she could use mouthwash on her brain.

“Henry wouldn’t believe it. Besides, why would I be in Singapore anyway?” “I don’t know. Maybe you’re practicing your . . . whatever language they speak there.” “English.” “Oh.”

XDDDDDDD

She’d never been behind the wheel of a car before. The movies made it look easy, and Kovit had made it seem easy. But she didn’t know what to do. There was a third pedal under the wheel, and she didn’t know why it was there. There was gas, brake and . . . that thing.

Oh fuck its manual XDDDDDDD

Nita looked up at him. She felt like she’d known him for ages, the darkness of his eyes more familiar to her than her own. Maybe that just meant she should look in a mirror more often.