Status Updates From Blood Sports (The Hanged Me...

Lucky for Jove, he had an impulsive young boytoy to make all kinds of decisions for him now.
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Tobias omg I cannottttt. Lmao

It occurred to Tobias that he might have made a mistake.
He was barely over five foot and had all the combat skills of a beanie baby.
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Lmaoooo the humor in this. Love it.

Oh, Tobias, you sweet summer child.

45% in and no romance…no flirting, no kissing, no nothing, nada, zilch
I’ve been reading about horses

“You don’t find me suspicious?” he asked, rolling a spent skewer between his fingers and watching Tobias eat.
“Listen,” said Tobias, wiping his mouth and crumpling the napkin. “With the week I’ve been having, I’ve kind of given up on self-preservation, but I’m still not stupid. I’m not gonna ask you any questions. I doubt it’s in my best interests.”
Izawa seemed charmed

In Tobias’s situation, who wouldn’t choose to fantasize about being ravished instead of imagining being tied to an anchor and dropped off a yacht?
He was only human. He made a face at himself in the mirror.
“Stop it,” he told himself. “Stop. Being. Slutty. Be normal.”
(Love that Tobias is focused on surviving but once he’s out of danger he’s ridiculous. This is so funny for being dark)

“You know him?” he asked, hoping beyond hope that the answer was yes and that the two of them were best friends, going way back, and Jove would be so happy to reunite employer and employee. Jove seemed to contemplate that question a moment, then answered simply, “Enough to fiddle while his house burns.”
(My godddddddd)

“He had a very brief window before ‘endearingly verbose’ became ‘noisy bitch I want to strangle’, and he had to capitalize on that window.”

“Did I mention I have a mom?” Red asked quickly. “Real sweet woman, prison abolitionist, her uh, great grandpa was a bootlegger, actually, and she raised me in that fine tradition. She claims my first words were ‘snitches get stitches’. My dad said it was ‘applesauce’ but you know, who knows, maybe that’s what I meant, my enunciation just wasn’t there yet.”
(Tobias, great try, very convincing)

An ordinary barn… The smell of horse sweat and alfalfa, drifting down from the lofts, was deeply nostalgic. The sound of horses munching lulled Tobias’s mind into even more of a false sense of safety, almost dreamlike. And then the smell of something hit him like a slap. Tobias wrinkled his face, grabbed his nose, and coughed. It was an iron smell, yet somehow natural. Animal He realized it was the smell of blood

figuring he was going to die and deciding he may as well be a bitch about it. “Literally nobody calls me Toby. I get ‘Pip’ as in pipsqueak, ‘Lil’ as in lil shit, and just ‘Nimh’ when people are feeling formal… Everybody is generally pissed off at me, all of the time. You could say ‘the KGB’ and I would say ‘that’s weird, I thought they were disbanded’ but I still wouldn’t be surprised.”

He did WHAT

Red gave up prying at Jove's fingers and punched him directly in the chest. It bounced off with all the force of a muffin tossed across the room."

BWAHAHAHAHAHA. I can imagine the sad squeak it made on contact.

Blazing through this book like it's crack

Doing a re-read buddy read! 😍

I like Tobias and Jove... but ~ exasperated sigh ~ I'm bored...