I flattened my hands on my thigh, wiping them as if they were dirty. "Next time, ask."
"Ask?"
"Before you posses somebody." My voice was harsh, because I still couldn't quite get over what I was saying.
"I did ask," she said. Surprise lit her face.
"No you didn't."
Mab reached out her hands, palms up. "I asked if you trusted me. You said yes." (The Blood Keeper by Tessa Gratton, Pg 186, ARC)
"For the smell of burning wood and plastic, of smoldering phillies shirts and baby photos. For sirens and screams. For anything at all that hinted at fire.
For Dad." (Mila 2.0 by Debra Driza)
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