" Twig rolled his eyes and rattled the dice in the cup. “The kid doesn’t like anyone.” Gren jabbed him with an elbow. “That’s not true. He likes Willow—don’t you, Cinder? And you’re one to talk, frog kisser.” When the house was filled with sounds of six men—and one boy—croaking at the top of their lungs, "

― Veronica Rossi , Through the Ever Night (Under the Never Sky, #2)