A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Harper startles awake, slapping a palm to her cheek. Her breathing is quick and rapid. “Rhen. What—who—you.” She goes very still in my arms. “Yes. Me.” Lilith’s eyes flash with danger in the darkness, and she hisses the words like a snake. “You weak, broken, worthless little—” Harper launches herself out of my arms, and I realize a moment too late that she’s seized the dagger from my belt. “No!” I cry. I remember the last time she threw a weapon at the enchantress. But Harper doesn’t throw it. She drives the blade right into Lilith’s midsection, throwing her weight into the movement and bringing the enchantress to the floor. Harper kneels on her arm, then wraps the fist of her free hand in Lilith’s hair. She leans down close. “Go ahead,” she whispers. “Take me home. Let’s see how long you live on my side.” Wind swirls through the room, making the candles go out and the flames in the hearth flicker. Lilith is gasping, either from shock or pain. “I will make you pay—” “He’s doing what you want him to do. Did Grey give you that scar? I bet I can make a bigger one.” “Harper.” I can’t breathe. “Harper, please.” Lilith is practically drooling with rage. “I will end you—” “Then do it. Lose the only leverage you have.” Harper leans down closer. “You’re the weak one,” she whispers.

HARPER YOU ARE SO ICONIC RIP THAT BITCH APART