Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

“Sure seems that way.” Rhys’s face remained impassive, but I could hear the mocking bent in his voice. He walked to the bathroom, and without looking back, he added, “By the way, Princess, the book is upside down.”

“Consider yourself lucky that’s all that got broken.” I released his jacket and straightened it for him, the movement more a threat than a courtesy. “You have five seconds to get out of my sight before that changes.”

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

I could handle getting shot. I couldn’t handle Bridget getting hurt.

Part of me wanted to push her far away from me, and another part wanted to drag her into my arms and keep her as mine. Except I couldn’t.

“One year and ten months,” he said. “If we’re counting.” Which he was.

“Princess, you couldn’t look horrible if you tried.”

Not a single one of those fuckers had been worth her time, and they were lucky I hadn’t gouged their eyes out for the way they’d ogled her.

“Remove your hands from her before I remove them for you.”