Broken Knight (All Saints High, #2)

by L.J. Shen

I’d bought her a bunch of weird-ass shit from Brandy Melville and had a seahorse tattoo inked on my spine, hoping she’d get the underlying message: that she was my backbone.

For the longest time, I wished I could unthink you. Unlove you. Unbreathe you. I think I finally can.”

Trent Rexroth had spent the day after Thanksgiving running after me across a park with that baseball bat.

As he should have

It was like watching a car crash—or your pet Chihuahua standing up on two legs, reading Shakespearean poetry while sipping on black tea.

the smart part of my brain—a tiny, neglected corner I saved for family trivia nights—

I’m not your home. People don’t ruin their homes; they build them. They cherish them.”