King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)

by Ana Huang

He wouldn’t ask someone to be his best man if they weren’t on the up and up. Right?

“Do you get off on being difficult, or does it just come naturally to you?” Both.

The only thing worse than having the woman you were obsessed with hate you was having her try to befriend you.

“Are you always this bossy?” Yes. “It’s not an endearing trait, you know.” I know.

A house wasn’t a museum; it was a tapestry of who we were and the lives we’d lived.

“Joy doesn’t require the absence of grief,” my mother said. “We have the capacity to hold both at the same time. That’s part of the human experience.”

I’d survived decades without her, but now that I had her in my life, I couldn’t imagine living in her absence.