More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Co-workers,” he repeats like it’s settling in. “Yeah,” I nod. “Do you ask all your co-workers for a kiss?” he shoots back.
Gasping
LeChatRouge0502.” “How do you spell it?” I spell out le chat rouge and describe the capitalization. “Why 0502? Don’t you usually go for 1118 in passwords?” 11/18 is my birthday. November 18th. May 2nd is Oscar’s birthday. And I didn’t think anything of the password when
HES DOWN.BAD
focus my shot on him. He leans against a mossy boulder, book in one hand and a blunt between his other fingers. He doesn’t glance up at us as we arrive.
Have I mentioned I’m in love with Charlie cobalt
“Getting lost in the woods together—one of my favorite romance tropes,” he muses and sticks the blunt in his mouth. Oscar and I share a tense look. Fuck.
Ahhhh
stare at my guy.
MY GUY
Smoke sputters from a couch, the armrest singed, and a single gust plumes towards the fire alarm. Knives are stuck in the walls, and someone played darts with a Van Gogh, the painting tilted and torn. Shards of glass litter the floorboards under the broken frame. Pewter goblets scatter the kitchen counter, red liquid dried on leather barstools, the aftermath of some party last night I’m sure. A party.
This is so cobalt
Tom raises a hand. “Question, Kinney-witchy-boo.” She glares at the nickname. “Ask.” Her voice is deadpanned.
We just bought rings. We didn’t actually get married.” Jack reaches into his back pocket. The same pants he was wearing last night. He passes me a crumpled piece of paper. I’m staring at my motherfucking marriage license. We both signed it.
HA
“Is it an older man?” Charlie asks. “He’d only be at charity events like this one. And he’d have a proclivity for hating my cousin.” “Yeah,” Jesse nods. “That sounds like him.” Ernest Mangold, the CEO of H.M.C. Philanthropies. Charlie wanted his head on a spike. That’s my best theory, and I might’ve made dumb mistakes tonight—but I’m still an intelligent motherfucker.
MASTERMIND
