Gods & Monsters (Serpent & Dove, #3)

by Shelby Mahurin

To surrender and forget appeals more than to resist and remember.

I know you can hear me. I hope my uterus is rioting against you.

“Because apparently, I can’t heal myself. I’m sick with hope, but I can’t make it go away. It’s still here, even now. Poisoning me.”

Hope matters most, I say fiercely. Hope isn’t the sickness. It’s the cure.

“You should both show your scars,” she murmured. Célie dragged her braid across her shoulder to stare at it, fingering the tails of the ribbon in quiet wonder. Coco plopped her cheek atop my head, and her familiar scent—earthy yet sweet, like a freshly brewed cup of tea—engulfed me. “They mean you survived.”