Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
His pupils were blown, his jaw tight, the line of his throat working around words he didn’t say.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I said, voice scraping. “I’m still the idiot who tripped over her own feet in the carnival.”
“Idiot,” Jax echoed softly. “Right. Sure.”
He huffed out a breath that might’ve been a laugh, might’ve been a wheeze.
“You’re the cheat code, horror girl,” he said, awe and fear braided through the words. “Straight up dev tools.”
I didn’t feel like a cheat code.