Threads That Bind (Threads That Bind, #1)

by Kika Hatzopoulou

“What kind of person are you,” Edei whispered, “if you love someone who is cruel?” It was a question Io had often asked herself. She opened her mouth, closed it. Tried again. “You’re someone who loves. That’s it. That’s the only part that’s yours to give and yours to take.”

I was scaling walls and climbing balconies with that guy, who has the conversation skills of a stone wall.” From the balcony door, Edei gave a wave,

“Or I could go to the Nine,” Io offered, although she’d rather take the butter knife and stab her own eye.

She was doing it again. She was ripping herself at the seams and stuffing her body with shame. But it was never hers, was it?

“An entire line of other-born . . .” Io choked. An entire line, dead. Not just a slaughter. A genocide.

Stupid, stupid man, firing in the dark, in such close distance.

Honestly that’s /such/ a man thing to do smh