Little Thieves (Little Thieves, #1)

by Margaret Owen

To the gremlin girls, I would like to tell you something inspiring, but the truth is, when life closes a door for us, it doesn’t always open a window. The good news is: That’s what bricks are for.

I am not going to smile at him. I refuse on principle. (The principle is: I’ve already met my emotional-availability quota for the day.)

No. I am not coming out of this night grudgingly liking the smug bastard. I refuse on yet another principle (which is: There’s only room in this town for one smug bastard. That smug bastard is me).