Pjot

“The same calloused thumb that had slid over my knuckles in Ravyn’s chamber caught the tear on my cheek—dragged it away. It was gone in a moment. His voice drifted past my ear. “Come.”
― Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

“I don’t want to rest,” I whispered. “I want you to let me out.” His yellow eyes softened. “Soon, my dear.”
― Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

“Until next time, Brynn.” The way he says my name, the last letter lingering on the tip of his tongue, sends a spike of fear through me. He says it like he’s not finished with me.”
― Rachel Schneider, Metal Slinger

“Theo snaps his fingers over the table, drawing his mentor’s attention back to himself. He went from looking amused to downright murderous. “Watch your fucking tone when you’re talking to the mother of my child.”
― Elsie Silver, Reckless