Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

To all the girls who said fuck Prince Charming, give me a scarred knight.

I adored fall and everything that came with it—the cozy clothes, the riot of earthy colors on the trees, the hint of cinnamon and smoke in the air.

If I could sum up my relationship with Rhys with one song, it would be Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold.”

“I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead.”

Bridget von Ascheberg would be the death of me. I’d known that the moment I’d set eyes on her, and my prediction was playing out in real time as I devoured her.

Bridget von Ascheberg was mine and mine alone.

I was taking her anyway, and if I could tattoo myself onto her skin, bury myself in her heart, and etch myself onto her soul, I would.

“I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?”

She had no idea the things I would do for her.

“Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.”

I wondered if he knew he owned every one of those pieces—not just of my body but also my heart.