“What do I do?” Blue asked cannily. “What have you guys seen me doing?”
the foxes in pastel » andrew and aaron minyard
the strangled noise aaron made was his best attempt at andrew’s name. it was barely intelligible but it was enough.
andrew, who’d barely acknowledged aaron’s existence in the entire time neil had known them, looked immediately to his brother. andrew snaked a hand out from under the sheet and curled his fingers in a demand. aaron clambered onto the bed and reached for andrew.
“andrew,” aaron said, desperate and frightened. he held onto andrew like he thought andrew would disappear if he let go.
books read in 2017: siege and storm, by leigh bardugo.
“you know the problem with heroes and saints, nikolai?” i asked as i closed the book’s cover and headed for the door. “they always end up dead.”
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