Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

Someone so unlike me.

Last time Eliot and Tom attached a tracker to Charlie’s phone, we almost had a Cobalt Civil War.

we were all raised by three extraordinary sisters who could summon hell and part seas together.

As long as he’s my bodyguard, as long as he values protecting me and taking care of me first and foremost, our embraces in public will be drawn out slowly like flowing magma. Until an eruption happens. Somewhere, sometime. At night.

“I want to know all about you, but I can’t ask fast enough—and when I think about you, I wonder what your hands have held. What your eyes have seen.” My pulse has skyrocketed, but I keep speaking. “What your ears have heard and where your feet have landed.”

They hurt one of us. We’re all going dark.

His shoulders are hunched from bad posture—from trying to hide most of his life. Shrinking in on himself.

Paul Donnelly.

“Moffy goes three-fourths Loren Hale, and there is no universe you’d ever survive one-half of my dad if he found out.”

Fall rises when spring ends.

Charlie Cobalt smokes a blunt and reads a book.

“It was just her.”