Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

Same imposing height, large hands and feet. We’ve kept our hair the same for most of our time in security. Thick brown strands reach our necks, pieces tucked behind our ears. Same scruff along our jaws, same hard brown eyes.

Hot

“I want to make you an unbreakable promise,” I tell her. “Do you do blood oaths?” “Oh no, no blood.” She smiles. “These days, we Cobalts shake on spit.”

Rose will love him

“Just date Moretti,” Oscar suggests so suddenly, and the room explodes in two exclamations: “What?!” “Oscar?!”

HEHEHEE

“You’re still good, honey.” My eyes bug and lips part—he called me honey.

THAT SHOULD BE ME

Thatcher, who looks like a six-foot-seven version of Jon Snow after he killed White Walkers and made friends with wildlings—that’s

Charlie tilts his head at me, a cigarette burning between two fingers. He wears nothing more than thousand-dollar suit pants and a chic black-diamond-encrusted harness hooked around his shoulders.

I’m in love