The Girl Who Could Move Sh*t With Her Mind (The Frost Files, #1)

by Jackson Ford

She’s built for speed. I, on the other hand, am built for lounging on the couch watching Netflix. I’m not very good in foot pursuits.

I am going to Fort Minor this bitch. The feeling is ninety per cent anger, five per cent pain and five per cent absolute, cold knowledge that when this is done, they’re going to remember my name.

Hell has nothing to do with fire. It’s not about physical pain. It’s not about smoke that scorches your lungs or ash gritting your eyes. It’s the lies other people tell you And the lies you tell yourself.