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Men ruin all of women’s best laid plans.
“But I could’ve gilded you,” I repeat. “Then you’d be a statue stuck right here on the stairwell, and I don’t think gold’s your color, Commander.” “I disagree. Gold has quickly become my favorite.”
One of my ribbons slips from its bow, the golden length looping around his arm, and an entirely too pleased look crosses his face. “Your ribbons seem to like me.” “Well, they don’t have brains, so…”
“I’m glad you’re choosing you,” he says quietly, and my lips part, like I want to swallow the rumble of his cadence. “You are?” I go completely still as he moves his hand and grips my chin, like he wants to make sure I’m paying attention. I am. “Yes, Goldfinch. Because I’m choosing you, too.”
“Only you would dare tell King Rot to be quiet.” “Maybe more people should...” I mumble.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
“But that’s the curse of the survivors. We have to live with our dead.”
“Poor guy, huh?” Judd cuts in, proving that they are, in fact, eavesdropping. “Has to choose between spikes coming out of his ass, or magic lines down his...unmentionables.” My brows pull together in a frown. “He doesn’t have magic lines on his—” I cut myself off, but it’s too late. Lu chokes on her wine.
me in the eye and see the fury searing my vision. “You can’t cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you.”
She ate with this line
“I want everyone to hurt like I hurt,” I say through gritted teeth. “You punished the one who mattered.”
