Free Broken Wings (The Broken Series Book 3) by K.S. Ruff Page A

“Agreed. Ready for the second one?”
    I
paused in front of the refrigerator. “No. I need ice cream. Do you want some?”
    Kadyn
shot me an incredulous look.
    I
rolled my eyes. “Of course you do.” I dished him up a bowl of strawberry cheesecake
ice cream, which I kept on hand just for him. I threw a couple of scoops of
vanilla ice cream in a bowl for me, drizzled it with Mrs. Richardson’s
butterscotch caramel, and threw a handful of frozen chocolate chips on top. I
handed Kadyn his bowl of ice cream as I joined him on the couch. “This second movie
better be good, or I’m not watching the third.”
    Kadyn
chuckled. “It’s much better. Trust me.”
    We
hadn’t gotten very far into the movie when I violated my no talking policy
again. “Okay, it’s a little tough to watch the Joker and not be sad about what
happened to Heath Ledger.”
    Kadyn
nodded. “He made a really good Joker, though.”
    My
eyes widened. “Wait, is that supposed to be Rachel Dawes? What happened to
Katie Holmes? Seriously? They had to use the same woman who played Spiderman’s
girlfriend? Are there no other women willing to date superheroes?”
    Kadyn
picked up the DVD case and looked at the back. “That’s not Kirsten Dunst. It’s
an actress named Maggie Gyllenhall.”
    I
stared at Kadyn. “Really? They look exactly the same.”
    He
just shrugged.
    I
settled back in to watch the rest of the movie. I was unhappy that Holmes had
been replaced but relieved that Batman hadn’t stolen Spiderman’s girl. I
managed to make it through the rest of the movie without commenting.
    “Well?”
Kadyn asked as the credits rolled.
    I
took our bowls to the sink. “The Dark Knight was a lot better than the first
movie… better plot, nice plot twists, and I liked the special effects. I’m glad
they killed Rachel off since there was absolutely no chemistry there. I’m not
happy with the decision to make Batman out to be the bad guy. I’m still not a
fan of Christian Bale. That raspy voice is stupid. Whoever decided to give Batman
that voice should be shot.”
    Kadyn
burst out laughing. “I don’t like the voice either. Are you still up for the
third movie? It’s after eleven o’clock.”
    I
shrugged. “I don’t have to get up early. You do.”
    Kadyn
grabbed the third DVD. “Let’s do it.”
    I
hovered inside the kitchen. “Do you want popcorn?”
    “No,
thanks. I’m good.” Kadyn shoved the movie inside the DVD player and joined me
on the couch. This time he grabbed a fleece blanket from the back of the couch
and pulled it over the top of us. “Come here and warm me up. It’s cold in here.”
    I
tugged the blanket over our legs as I curled up next to Kadyn. “Don’t let me
fall asleep,” I demanded with a yawn.
    Kadyn
tucked me under his arm. “No way are you falling asleep during this movie.”
    I
immediately threw the no talking policy out the window. “Okay. Pause the movie.
What is up with Batman being a recluse? What the heck happened between the
second and third movies?”
    Kadyn
rolled his eyes at me. “He’s in mourning. Give the guy a break.”
    “And
totally disabled? What the heck? He was walking around just fine at the end of
the second movie.”
    Kadyn
shrugged as he took the movie off pause. “Keep watching.”
    Thirty
seconds passed before I shot straight upright, taking the blanket with me. “No
way am I buying Anne Hathaway as Catwoman. She’s too wholesome. She was in the
Princess Diaries for Pete’s sake!”
    “Keep
watching,” Kadyn growled.
    “I’m
not digging the mask on that guy’s face, either,” I muttered. “That’s too Silence
of the Lambs for me.”
    Kadyn
picked me up and set me down at the far end of the couch. He yanked the blanket
away before settling in at the opposite end of the couch.
    I
stalked up to my bedroom to grab another blanket. I stuck my tongue out at Kadyn
as I settled back onto the couch.
    Kadyn
shook his head as he took the movie off pause. “Nice, Kri. Real