The Beast's Ugly Wife
And um Silverheart.
“You’re ready, I see.” Atticus’s voice came from the direction of the door, and just from that sentence I knew he was really annoyed, beyond his irony “Damn it, I hate having to dress like a penguin for this kind of thing, but tonight is getting out of hand. Are we going out or not?”
“Yes, we will,” I replied, pulling Holly closer “Just promise me that neither of you will punch Cassian in the face. We’re about to have to endure him at his worst.”