The Queer Principles of Kit Webb

by Cat Sebastian

People might say that what he really hated was the system that put too much power in too few hands. But Kit knew he also hated the men.

Kit’s heart, frankly, needed to sod off.

In his experience, rich people went out of their way to avoid listening to anybody else.

“I used to think that revenge was about defending one’s honor, but it turns out that honor is just spite dressed up for Sunday.”

He thought he might never get tired of looking at this man. “Christ,” Kit breathed. “You’re beautiful.” He hadn’t meant to say it, but it was true.

“what I had thought were principles were merely manners, and they’re utterly insufficient for my present circumstances.

But he also knew that the moral of Scarlett’s story wasn’t that rich men abandon their conquests; it was that when you’re treated badly, you start to believe you don’t deserve any better.

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.

Percy was somehow still young or naive enough to think that there was any difference between being strong and acting strong.

The world was filled with people who felt all kinds of things and couldn’t manage to shape those feelings into something that would last.

Love, while a fine thing, might be little more than an accident. It was what came next that mattered.

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