Hexed (Never After, #6)

by Emily McIntire

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more. HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, “THE LITTLE MERMAID”

You can’t ever count on a man, but you can always count on the poison that will kill him…or whatever that saying is.

“It was my favorite day of the year, though.” “Because it was your birthday?” “Because for that one day, my momma loved me out loud.”

“You’ll get used to E’s sweet nothings. It’s how he got his nickname, you know? He likes to kiss you a bit before he fucks ya.”

Goddamn. She’s unhinged in a visceral way that makes her ruthlessness look like art, and I’m hypnotized by the sight of her.

“A man’s confidence is often his downfall. Maybe I’ll kill you first.”

I’m fucking gone while I watch her. The world could light itself on fire behind us, and I don’t think I’d care.

“Your view on the world changes when you have to parent your parents.”

Ain't That the truth

Sometimes when you open up old wounds, the weight of them makes you feel you’re sinking in quicksand.

She’s a vision. She’s everything. But she’s still not fucking mine.

“Now we get you cleaned up, I take you back out there, and I show you how good we can be in this life, not a different one.”

“Then let’s make you queen of the ashes.”