The Queer Principles of Kit Webb

by Cat Sebastian

Kit gasped, like an idiot, like someone who needed to have the mechanics of kissing and possibly the anatomy of mouths explained to him, maybe with charts.

Percy realized he had had it all wrong when he told Kit that honor is just spite dressed up; spite was honor when it was the only weapon you had against someone more powerful.

“Hardened criminal sounds like someone who goes around frightening old ladies, when really you’re just a darling.” “I’ve frightened scores of old ladies,” Kit protested.

Now he was jaded enough to know that most people never knew what it was like to take a walk side by side with the person they liked best in the world.

“I’d be delighted to turn traitor to my class,” Percy said easily. “Honestly, I’ve been wondering when you’d ask.”