Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

I was too angry for subtle, too full of rage for calm, I had no patience for clever, nor the time for caution. I was fury given wings, grief given strength and power given life.

“For honour and death and the true queens!”

“Why is there a whistling ass in that pile of rocks?!”

“I’ll kill you, you ass whistling monster!” I dove forward, but Dante knocked me back again, looking me in the eye. “He’s on our side, fratello. That’s Brian Washer.” “I don’t care who he is, his ass whistled in my mouth,” I snapped.