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" Tink looked over at Ren. “Wait. Have you two stopped fighting? Oh my Queen Mab, you guys are in love again!”
My eyes widened as I glanced around, seeing that several of the strangers were watching us with detached interest. “Tink . . .”
“We were never not together,” Ren said, dropping his arm over my shoulders.
The blue and red bag slipped to the floor as he clapped his hands like an overexcited seal. “You guys are! This is amazing.”
“Tink,” I said again, this time with a little more force behind his name.
“Thank the faery lords and ladies, I will not be a product of a split home.”
“For the last time, we are not your parents, Tink.” I shook my head as I started to turn but stopped. “Pick up your bag.”
Ren leaned in as Tink snatched the bag off the floor. “You sound like his mom.”
“Shut up,” I hissed. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Brave (A Wicked Trilogy, #3)
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" My mouth dropped open. Oh my God, it was like having a conversation with a ruder Tink. Who, by the way, was practically shimmying with excitement as he leaned in, whispering into my ear. “I like this guy. I really like him. Can I keep him?”
The Summer Prince heard him, and interest sparked in his pale blue eyes. “I’ve never been kept by a brownie before, but … I’ve heard things. Interesting things.”
I so needed an adult right now, but the adults were all staring at the ceiling, pretending like a live version of Fae Tinder wasn’t going down right in front of us.
Tink straightened. “Do tell.”
Fabian stepped toward us. “Is it true that a brownie’s co—”
“Okay,” Ren stepped in, apparently to Tanner’s relief by the look on his face. “Let’s get back on topic. You were talking about how Ivy isn’t a special snowflake. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Brave (A Wicked Trilogy, #3)
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" Ren’s hand slipped and curled around the nape of my neck. “I love you, Ivy. I think you’re beautiful and sexy as hell. You’re funny and so damn intelligent that sometimes I don’t feel worthy.”
“Ren,” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears as I placed my hand on his chest.
“And I admire the fuck out of you,” Ren continued, his voice thickening. “You are so many amazing things, Ivy, but most of all, you are so damn brave. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Brave (A Wicked Trilogy, #3)
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" I can’t believe you’re in the gym again,” Tink went on, stepping aside. “Why are you in here running so much? Are you preparing for the impending zombie apocalypse that I know nothing about? Because if you are, we need to find the nearest redneck to become best friends with, one that is hot in a dirty, rugged way. You know, the kind that probably smells like sweat and man, one with a complex background that makes you hate him at first, but slowly, over time, you grow to love him.”
I stared at him. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”
“I have. I like to be prepared. Since we’re in the south, it shouldn’t be hard to find one. So, why are you in the gym so much? "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Brave (A Wicked Trilogy, #3)
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" Who is this?” the stranger demanded, staring at me like an insect under a microscope.
Tanner rose from behind the desk, but before he could introduce me, Tink stepped forward, coming to stand next to me. “She’s Buffy with the bad hair.”
Slowly, I turned and looked up at him. “Buffy with the bad hair?”
He nodded eagerly, glancing at the stranger. “Yeah, like it’s a combination of Buffy and Beyonce, the two greatest females of all time. You’re like Buffy. Bad ass. But you’re not Becky with the good hair. You have bad hair. We all know that.”
I stared at him. “My hair isn’t that bad.”
“Oh, it’s bad.” Tink’s eyes glimmered. “You definitely aren’t a Becky.”
“I think it’s a compliment to not be a Becky,” Ren chimed in, and when I looked over at him, amusement danced in his eyes. “But I’m pretty sure that being a Becky isn’t just about hair.”
I hated all of them. Seriously. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Brave (A Wicked Trilogy, #3)
