Mister Impossible (Dreamer Trilogy, #2)

by Maggie Stiefvater

This was no dream magic. This was just the magic of violence. It was a sustainable form of energy, violence. It powered itself.

His teeth were a fox’s little snarl.

This was a thing Hennessy was learning about Ronan Lynch: He always thought he was keeping his secrets by keeping his mouth shut, but he ended up telling them in other ways.

Ronan said nothing else. He just let the silence do its violent work.

Seeing the two pairs tumbled together, a nameless feeling had suddenly overwhelmed Ronan. It was about Adam’s gloves here, but it was also Adam’s jacket tossed on a dining room chair, his soda can forgotten on the foyer table, him somewhere tossed with equal comfort in the Barns, his presence commonplace enough that he was not having to perform or engage with Ronan at all times. He was not dating Ronan; he was living in Ronan’s life with him.

She laughed with delight, and he memorized the sound.

The pretty evening was turning into something even more feral.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

Ronan’s heart was breaking.