Grimstone (Grimstone, #1)

by Sophie Lark

Love is a drug, especially love that blind. I thought I wanted to make her scream, but now I want to make her smile, too. It doesn’t matter what order. I want Remi to look at me like that. In fact, I just might make her.

Dane’s face is expressionless while a thousand thoughts flicker behind his eyes. If I could read them like a book…would I open it? Yes. Every fucking time.

Wherever you go…you’re still your own damn self.

here she is, on my arm. Looking up at me not quite with love, but with a brightness that eclipses any sun I’ve seen.

That’s what’s beautiful and tragic about human beings—for better or for worse, not a single one can be replaced.

I provoked him on purpose because I’m jealous. I’m jealous that he gets to come to your house, and I’m jealous that he’s fixing your lights. I’m jealous that he talks to you, and I’m fucking enraged that he dared try to kiss you the moment I left the party. I want you all to myself, and I don’t care if I have to fight every person in this whole damn town.”

Why do we admit the truth even though it fucking hurts? Because that’s the way it won’t kill us anymore. It is painful to admit hard truths. But it’s incredibly healing to be forgiven and loved in spite of them.