Fated Throne (Zodiac Academy, #6)

by Caroline Peckham

I hated being tactile with anyone. Anyone except Darcy. Alright, and Darius. Apparently I only liked the D.

“So are we A.S.S. ramming or are we ramming the K.U.N.T.s? Because so help me, Angelica, I can’t think of a simpler way to phrase our noble work.”

He’s a big scaley dickweed who you hate more than anything in the world, so stop thinking about cuddling with him for fuck’s sake.

"I look like my identical twin? Really? No fucking way,"

"Handsome, enamouring, lovely, powerful. And sometimes she’d add unbelievable and sexy too." "So..." "The first letter of each of those words spells out the message she was trying to give me. ‘Help us.’"

Man, I never thought I’d enjoy decorating my dick over playing Fortnite, but things had changed.

So despite the fact that you're literally the rudest, most pig-headed, infuriating asshole I have ever met, I still want you. So fuck the stars. Fuck the moon and the meteors and the fucking clouds. Let the sky watch me as I tell it to get fucked. Nothing up there or down here gets to tell me what to do. You told me I was yours and I think that you're mine too."

“You mean when he sacrificed himself for you so you might have a chance to take down Lionel? So that you wouldn’t lose everything including your place at the one academy capable of training up a Fae of your power level and giving you a real chance for the throne? By the stars, what an asshole,”