Devious Lies (Cruel Crown, #1)

by Parker S. Huntington

Getting to know someone is like gaining weight. Scattered bits acquired here and there. Next thing you know, you’re twenty pounds heavier, wondering where the hell all of it came from.

“The existence of a word proves that someone in the history of humanity felt the same way I did and gave it a name. It means we’re not alone. If there’s a word for what we’re feeling, we’re never alone.”

I wanted to crack open her mind like a book and read it, but I was fucked if it became my favorite book to read. I obsessed.