Things We Hide from the Light (Knockemout, #2)

by Lucy Score

I shook my head. “Hang on. Vulnerability is weakness. Why would I ever want to be weak again? Back me up here, Joel.” The bartender’s gaze flicked to me as he sent two shot glasses sliding down the bar to a customer with a pink mohawk. “Being vulnerable doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you trust yourself to be strong enough to handle the hurt. It’s actually the purest form of strength.” Sloane wiggled her fingers at her temples and made an exploding sound. “Mind officially blown,” she slurred. “That was fuckin’ beautiful, Joel,” the biker with the mohawk said. The man mopped at his eyes with a drink napkin.