The Burning Shadow (Origin, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

My gaze darted between them. “Just FYI, I’m sitting right here. Totally present for this argument that is about me.”

Unless holding a grudge involved April. With her, I was going to cuddle and feed and water that grudge.

Empathy was power.

“I am going to throw this hamburger in your face.” His lips twitched. “Please aim for my mouth.”

His costume consisted of a black shirt that read in white lettering I DON’T NEED A COSTUME. PEOPLE WANT TO BE ME.

“You,” he spoke. “It’s only ever been you. Before. Now. Later. There’s been no one else. There … just can’t be.”

Kent nodded. “I’ve seen this in movies. I’m telling you, if she gets up after that, this is some kind of zombie thing, and she’s going to be fast and she’s going to want to eat my face, because I’m the cutest, and the cutest always get their faces eaten off first.”

“Real strength does not exist in muscles or deadly skill. It exists in your ability to pick yourself up and keep going after the shit hits the fan. That’s strength.”

There is only you and me. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Mates. Lovers,” he said, and muscles low in my stomach curled tight. “I don’t care what you call me as long as you call me yours.”

“You are the only person whose opinion I ever cared about.”

“Throughout history, a lot of very smart people have convinced themselves that what they believe in, what their ideologies are, is better for the general masses.

“They’re using fear and ignorance, which are the greatest and most powerful weapons of mass destruction ever created.”

“No, you’re the Burning Shadow and he’s the Darkest Star, and together, you will bring about the brightest night.”