Connor rubs his lips and drops his hand. “You do know what Lily calls the three of you, right?” We stare between each other, confused. I would’ve known if she had a nickname for us. She’s my sister. “She mutters it under her breath,” Connor says off our silence. “The hot-tempered triad. ”
Rose Calloway, Fuel the Fire
When Rose, Lo, and I band together, o u r e m o t i o n s a r e a t t h e m o s t v o l a t i l e l e v e l. It never indicates the right mode of action. Just the most fucking passionate one.
Ryke Meadows, Long Way Down
“A thing?” I question. “What thing?” My blood simmers, picturing vile humans punching her—someone so grotesque she can’t even utter his name. “I’m going to strangle him,” I sneer. “Then remove his eyeballs, roast them over a fire, and shove them back in his mouth.” Loren cringes. “And I thought my mind was a hellhole.” Ryke pushes past the table towards the door. I walk swiftly after him, securing my purse on my arm like a weapon. Let’s get this motherfucking asshole—
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