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ILB: Instant lady boner. Our favorite nickname for the Winter Prince.
SOAS: Sex on a stick. PESG: Pointy-eared sex god. FBD: Future baby daddy. Mack gets all the credit for that last one.
What’s the saying? Absence makes the heart grow more stabby?
“Alright, Ruby, ready to be my emotional support sprite?” “Ready as a broke stripper at a bachelor party.”
“There is no just once with him. He’s like . . . like the Ebola virus. The second I let him inside, he’ll infect every cell, every molecule of my being until he owns me.”
“Holy shit, is your sprite humping your pencil?”
Unfortunately, Ruby has no such filters. Leaping onto my shoulder, she thrusts her tiny fist into the air. I watch, equally horrified and spellbound, as she turns an invisible lever that slowly lifts her middle finger toward the Six. “Sit on this and spin, Evermore scum,” Ruby cackles.
Three and a half freaking miles. That I’m going to run willingly. With no one chasing me. Why do I hate myself?
And . . . I was today years old when I discovered my sprite doesn’t wear underwear.
“When I heard you calling for me, everything faded away but you, and I knew in that moment that I would burn down the entire fucking Everwilde to protect you.”
Chased by hellhounds on a Wild Hunt. Check. Nearly tortured and given as a present to the psychopathic Spring Court heir. Check. Almost drowned in a river and then murdered by a waterfall. Check. Turned into a horny hooker and nearly bound to an Evermore for eternity against my will. Check. Check. Frickin check.
“Why did he get the adorable cat and I get the weird . . . whatever this is.”
“Because I didn’t try to eviscerate her a few nights ago, so I get the cute kitty while you get the pink lumpy creature.”
“You store bacon grease and jam, not souls of evil tyrants intent on mass destruction.”
“Someday,” he whispers into my ear as he passes, “I’m going to find a really, really creative way to punish you for that smart mouth.”
I discover he watched a forbidden Marvel movie once in the Winter Court on a bootleg iPad and was afraid to enter the mortal lands because he thought the Hulk was real.
His favorite color is black. Not because he’s trying to be cool, but because his first memory in life is tugging on the striking onyx strands of his mother’s hair and then watching her laugh.
Like finding out Valerian hates cheese. I should see that as a red flag, because only a psychopath would hate cheese—but instead I find it weirdly adorable.
Zombies are about to dine on your flesh, Summer, unless you awaken your inner badass. “I AM NOT FOOD!” I roar.
“You’re my human, Kid. The filling to my Oreo. The frosting to my red velvet cake. The cream to my Twinkie.”
“So you want me to be a puppy unicorn slut?”
