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.

I love how intent she is on appearing strong and composed, while it’s obvious she’s completely fucked up inside. Takes one to know one, baby.

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

“Do you trust me?” he says. “More than I should.”