The Burning Shadow (Origin, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I don’t even know how to spell my name right now,” she said. I laughed. “It’s three words.” “Look,” she said. “Don’t underestimate my inability to spell right now.”

“Just so everyone is on the same page, if anyone throws a chair leg at the head of someone I care about and I can intervene,” I said, “I’m going to intervene. I’m not just going to stand there.” “Peaches—” “Except for you,” I told him. “I’m going to let it hit you in the head because you have a thick skull.”

I’ve been shot up full of alien DNA and not in the fun way.”

“I got to watch you grow up without you ever knowing.” His arms folded across his chest. “That sounded creepier than I intended.”

But right now, I needed to focus on my blossoming felonious aspirations.

“God, I’d do dirty, nasty things for some Fanta right now. What about you, Evie? I’ve never asked. Do you like Fanta?”