Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

When the day of the festival rolled around the following weekend, however, I woke up to the shock of my life. I walked into the living room, bleary-eyed, only to find it transformed. The furniture had been pushed to the side, replaced with a pile of boho-printed pillows and cushions on the floor. The coffee table groaned beneath various snacks and drinks, and the Rokbury festival played out in real time on-screen. The pièce de résistance, however, was the indoor tent decorated with string lights, which looked exactly like the ones people set up on the festival grounds. Rhys sat on the couch, which was now pressed flush against the wall beneath the window, frowning at his phone. “What…” I rubbed my eyes. Nope, I wasn’t dreaming. The tent, the snacks, they were all there. “What is this?” “Indoor festival,” he grunted. “You put this together.” It was a statement of disbelief more than a question. “Reluctantly, and with help.” Rhys glanced up. “Your redheaded friend is a menace.” Of course. That made more sense. My friends must’ve felt bad I was missing the festival, so they put together a consolation party, so to speak. But something didn’t add up.

Ok, i kinda like Rhys more than Alex. As characters.

I was twenty-two. He was thirty-two.

Oh hell nah, sorry.

My first taste of alcohol burned. So did the second. By the time I made it through half the bottle of whiskey, however, it’d stopped burning and started numbing, which was the best I could’ve hoped for.

Me on Feb 14, 2022 fr fr