The Puppeteer (Harrow Faire, #2)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

“Don’t call me names, you overdressed crimson pimp. I’m well past my limit, and I’m done taking shit from somebody who looks like they fell out of the bargain bin at a Halloween outlet.”

and you’re incredibly flexible. What else?” “I’m not flexible.” “Oh, trust me…you are now.” He grinned.

“Why do I get the feeling the fact that you have a fucked-up Peter Pan shadow is one of the least messed up parts of this place?”

“You’re a piece of work, Simon Waite.” He snickered. “Write that on my tombstone.”

Simon brushed his hands off, straightening his clothes. He turned to face her and smiled. “Now, then. Where were we?” Cora screamed and ran.

Then she realized…he wasn’t just practicing. He was putting on a show. For her.