The Evil We Love (Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy Book 5)

Love, real love, is being seen. Being known. Knowing the ugliest part of someone, and loving them anyway. And . . . I guess I think two people in love become something else, something more than the sum of their parts

Shadowhunter Academy felt more like camp than school.

He’d thought Michael was the exception,

This isn’t you, Isabelle. This isn’t what you’re like.”

This time, Michael lifted his head, met Robert’s eyes, and spoke clearly. “I’m in love with you.”

The way he looked at her . . . like she was a different species than the rest of them, a higher species. “

They both enjoyed each other’s company more than that of any girl.

Their bond had been cemented the day he turned fourteen, when he finally got up the nerve to Mark himself again. Michael was the only one he told, and as he held the stele over his skin, it was Michael’s steady gaze that gave him the courage to bear down.

Trust me, we see a rat, it’s every man for himself.”

“Oh, Isabelle, my darling, if I stare at this letter long enough, maybe I’ll telepathically woo you back to my weeping bosom.”