King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)

by Ana Huang

they were simply a part of him. Some people had freckles and moles; he had scars.

I don’t hate you. But I wish I did.

I was of the firm belief that a home should feel like a home. Books should be read, couches should be sat on, kitchens should be used. A house wasn’t a museum; it was a tapestry of who we were and the lives we’d lived.

Guilt had a way of outpacing everything else, even logic. Especially logic.