Unlucky Like Us (Like Us, #12)

by Krista Ritchie

“If you want to point a blade at someone, it’s going to be me—not him.”

i will never care for a fictional family the way i care about this one

“He treats me like I’m his moon. His stars. Like I’m the person who makes him glad it’s today and there’ll be a tomorrow, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been that for anyone who’s not my family.” I’m important to someone. I’m not a failure. I’m not a fuck-up or future screw-up to Donnelly. I’m someone worth something. And he’s worth everything to me.

And there’s still a part of me that thinks Papa Hale has a hitman on retainer.

Question of the Day: Can I take Luna to the Fanaticon Convention in December? Is a butterfly kiss considered a real kiss? Is Ryke Meadows’ secretly Loren Hale’s hit man?

“We’re not fucking our clients,” Ian whispers with bite, and truth: it feels like a mic-drop.

just say you’re not getting any and move on

“…it’s my sister?”

this fucking BROKE me

“Stay,” Lo says, his voice sandpapered but sharp.

i have had to set this book down so many times

“Mom.” Daisy tries to corral her out the door. “Visitors’ hours aren’t for another four hours. You don’t want to be here for that long. We’ll call you—” “Will you?” she snaps. “No, we fucking won’t,” Ryke declares.

uncommon ryke w

Lo turns to me. “Take a good look, Paul. Maybe you’ll understand what it means to wait.”

HES SICK FOR THAT LMAO

I woke up with amnesia,

did you forget about the stupid little things?

I know he’s trying to forget that past, and I’m chasing after it.

“Do not desecrate my lawn!”

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