I'm Thalia! I run a book blog called Pictures in the Words and I hope to be an editor for YA fiction. I'm a GoodReads refugee!
In the silence, Blaze pushed herself up and stood. Her clothes were dirty and rumpled, as though she'd been wearing them for a week straight. Which was probably true.
"I know what you want me to do," Blaze said. "But I can't. And it's not because I don't like you. I do. I think you're nice, and I shouldn't have done what I did. But I'm as trapped as you are. And I don't think Marcus is done with you, either."
Ronnie stiffened. "What do you mean?"
Blaze stood. "He's been talking about you again. And not in a good way. I'd stay away from me if I were you."
Um, what?
You know, aside from that laughable statement that Ronnie is nice.