Glass Sword (Red Queen #2)

Together we alternate back and forth, protecting our own retreat. When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on. Together, we have a chance.

“We can’t do that anymore. Make mistakes for each other,”

“And that you have the worst taste in men.”

They are betrayers both.

And I am revealed for exactly what I am—a particularly stupid fish, constantly moving from hook to hook, never learning my lesson.

“Don’t lie to a liar,”

But he moves away from her, batting her aside like a cat would a toy.

to who I became in the halls of a palace and the sands of an arena.

He’s asking the lightning girl.

I feel a brief twinge of satisfaction. His face does not match his confident drawl. There are bruise-like circles beneath his eyes, and a sheen of sweat coats his forehead. His mother’s death has taken its toll