Pretty Perfect Toy -- A Temptation Court Novel (Temptation Court, Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Bitches are the same no matter where one journeys in life. Given a better haircut, a more flattering dress, and a few court etiquette lessons, Chantal Dunne is like every social climbing bamboo of the Arcadian Court. The word is not even my innocent idiom mash now. In Arcadia, we have no problem likening idiots to hollow, invasive plants. It has certainly made it easier to handle her, watering her stems with vapid comments that have become easy jumping boards for her own witty banter, though I am certain she considers the roots firmly in place, the plant prepared to bloom. Cassian squeezes my shoulder. Flashes me a subtle wink. In addition to melting every cell in my blood at once, the moment conveys another important thing. He knows about bamboo too. We are unified. Chantal Dunne and her garden are getting no more fertilizer from us. “And we’re back!” chimes the woman herself, punctuating with a toss-toss of her hair that makes me cringe on behalf of all women with curls, especially me.
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