The Puppeteer (Harrow Faire, #2)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

She was dangerous. Worse than he was. Because if she controlled him—any part of him—what did that make her? If I am a god in this place and I kneel at her feet, what is she?

“I’m proud of you, cupcake. Standing up to me like that…If they see you unafraid to face me down, no one will mess with you. I’m not upset. Dress me down all you want in public, because someday soon you’ll let me dress you down in private.”

“Let me make one thing perfectly clear, though, Cora dear…nobody touches you but me. You can tell me no as many times as you want, every time I ask between now and when the sun burns out. But there’s a part of me there inside you. And if they defile you, they defile me, and we can’t have that.”

“Let go, Cora. Let go of your old life. It’s gone to you. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to be…no one to help you. No one to hold you. No one but me.”