Pray for Scars (Unsainted, #2)

by K.V. Rose

I flunked out of high school, scribbled bullshit poems in my journals most of my time there while I was supposed to be doing real work. Whatever the fuck that means. As if studying old ass white men and their supposed words of greatness is more legitimate than a teenage girl bleeding her pain into a notebook.

This is no place for a hero. I’ve never needed one of those. Heroes back down when blood spills. Villains fucking dance in it.