Ruckus (Sinners of Saint Book 3)

Because the birdsong might be pretty,

But it’s not for you they sing,

And if you think my winter is too cold,

You don’t deserve my spring.”

Erin Hanson

“Because the birdsong might be pretty,

But it’s not for you they sing,

And if you think my winter is too cold,

You don’t deserve my spring.”

Erin Hanson

What makes you feel alive?
My family. Their imperfections. Their fierce love. Their unconditional worry. Their dedication to a lost cause. To me.

What makes you feel alive?
Watching my reflection in the cool, calm water of the pool. Blue-hued, unblinking. Diving into a quieter space without even dipping my toe in the water.

What makes you feel alive?
Taking a bus with a route I don’t know. Walking the long way home. Feeling my senses heighten as my body becomes more alert to the unfamiliar scenery around me.

Stars also symbolize the cycle of life, solitude and gravity. They glow in the dark energy that’s the majority of space, and remind us that even in the pitch black, there’s always something that can shine.

“Can it even talk?” The tigress’s light eyebrows pulled together, and she leaned forward, poking me in the chest with her little claw. She called me it.

When something good falls into your hands, you don’t only hang on to the fucker, you clutch it so hard it almost breaks.

Knight (my better half called him that because he came to save the day) stands in front of me, waiting for the inevitable Spanish Inquisition.

Are you guys getting a divorce?” My voice was dry, one eyebrow raised.
“Oh, Lord!” My mom scoffed, clutching her pearls. “What are you talking about, Dean? Of course not.”
“Someone dying?” I proceeded.
“No,” Dad said.
“And none of these girls are preggo?” I threw a thumb in Keeley and Payton’s direction. My bet was on Payton. Kid was trouble. But my parents shook their heads in unison, denying this, too.