Warped Minds (Boys of Briar Hall, #4)

by Elena Lawson

“Don’t brighten your darkness or blunt your edges for anyone. You’re perfect the way you are.”

The blue-eyed crow-handled blade Corvus gave me seemed to have spawned two more. One with a golden eye, and another with an onyx one. That crow had flames etched on wings. I loved them beyond words.

“You’re no Angel,” he spat in my face, the veins in his neck bulging like slithering eels. “No,” I agreed. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”

“I think I just found my new religion.”