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.

Even in the back alleys, overlooked only by service doors and servants’ quarters, we are still hopelessly out of place in our hoods and threadbare clothing.

“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.