Our Dark Duet (Monsters of Verity, #2)

by Victoria Schwab

Friends wanted you to be honest. Friends wanted you to share. Friends wanted you to listen and care and worry and do a dozen other things Kate had no time for.

“You came here of your own choice, so you’ve clearly got some sense. You also waited six months to make that choice, so you haven’t got much.”

It was just—his brother wanted him to be like his violin, the one made of steel, but August felt like the first one, the one left shattered on the bathroom floor in Kate’s house beyond the Waste. An instrument of music reduced to slivers and sharp fragments.

August’s brow furrowed. “This is what Henry wanted,” he said. “What we needed. A reason to attack.” And he was right. Everything was going exactly to plan. And that was exactly why she didn’t trust it.

Should’ve known better. Why wouldn’t she tap into the monster to see where it was if they were heading towards it?