usually, you only comprehend one district of emotion. longing. love. to protect that girl. but now there’s something else. you never payed attention to any other person, but…there is a new emotion. hate.
The window rolled down to reveal Joseph Kavinsky in the driver’s seat, his eyes hidden behind white-rimmed sunglasses that reflected only the sky. The gold links of the chain around his neck glittered a grin. He had a refugee’s face, hollow-eyed and innocent.
He wore a lazy smile, and he mouthed something to Gansey that ended with “-unt.” There was nothing about Kavinsky that wasn’t despicable. Ronan’s heart surged. Muscle memory.