Parties (Girls Weekend, #2)

by C.M. Nascosta

He really is all bark. Like, I could complain that my arm was useless and that I wanted a new one, and Tate would lecture me about being a spoiled arm hog and that plenty of people live their lives with no arms at all and then somehow manage to turn it into a story about him hiding under his bed for three days when the human and goblin crowns burnt Cork city to the ground and it would all just make me feel terrible, but then a day later there would be a box on my doorstep with perfectly washed and sanitized arm and no note. And then next time I would see him, he would have a bloody stump hanging out of his T-shirt and claim his arm has always looked that way and I'm too much of a cunt to have properly noticed."

Ainsley is my favorite 😍

"You're my heartbeat, Silva. You're the pulse in my chest and the blood in my veins. You want to rip me open, dove? Take a bite out of my heart? It already belongs to you, so you can do as you wish, and it doesn't matter what you call me. You’re the only reason for breathin', and if you come to your senses and kiss me goodbye in the morning and then put me out of your mind, it won't change a thing. It won't change what you are. You'll always be mine, Silva. That doesn't mean you should want me as yours."

"I don't know, but isn't it kind of crazy the way we de-evolved like that? Elves were chosen consorts of the high fae! We committed genocides! We were apex predators! Now we're one step up from humans, and all it took was fucking them for a few hundred years. My ancestors were able to disembowel ogres with their bare hands, now I get period cramps and have to take three days off work to lay on a heat pack and cry. What a fucking letdown."