" I looked away from them and my gaze fell on Ryder at the back of the room, sitting alone with a bowl of porridge in front of him. I swear he didn’t even have fucking milk on it. Who eats dry-ass porridge oats? He’s like a sad, starving little racoon. By choice. "

― Caroline Peckham , Vicious Fae (Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac, #3)