Bound to be Human (Sacrificed to the Fae King, #2)

by Lola Glass

Because unlike heroines in movies and books who could kick ass or at least pretend to kick ass, if I stepped outside that door, I’d die.

“Yeah, don’t bother pretending. I know I’m a bun in a room full of hot dogs.” Silence met my ears. They totally would’ve laughed at my joke if they knew what hot dogs were, though.

“Because a man has a harder time descending into madness when he can see that he’s going mad.”

“Because I’m pretty sure it’s faery dust.” I blinked. “Pixies have dust. Not faeries.” “Who told you that?” “Tinkerbell.” There was a pause. “I don’t know who that is,” Auden finally said.

“My grandparents said thank-you all the time. My grandma told him once that he didn’t need to thank her for doing what she was supposed to, and he told her that if he didn’t speak his mind, she’d never know how he felt. And that when he was old and gone, he wanted her to know exactly how much he had loved her. She died before him, but when she was gone, he was proud of how he’d treated her. He told me that he had no regrets.”