Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

Princess Bridget von Ascheberg of Eldorra would be the death of me. If not literal death, then the death of my patience and sanity.

Alex Volkov.

* emoji de rezo *

It was my job, and Bridget was my client. Nothing more, nothing less.

Deje de actuar nadie le cree. - María de Avellaneda

God, he was insufferable. A gentleman wouldn’t point something like that out, but Rhys Larsen was no gentleman. He was the bane of my existence.

“Life is a war zone, princess. The sooner you understand that, the safer you’ll be.”

“There’s more to life than trying not to die.”

The problem was, I didn’t hate him. I hated his rules and restrictions, but I didn’t hate him. I wished I did. It would make my life a lot simpler.

I was a princess, he was my bodyguard. I was twenty-two, he was thirty-two. It was wrong, but I couldn’t stop.

Clean versus bloodstained. Innocence versus darkness. Two worlds that were never meant to touch.

“There’s no such thing as just a story. Every story is important. Including yours.” Especially yours.

The sound of my name on her lips may be the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

Ours was a story destined for a tragic ending, but when you were already on a train headed off the cliff, all you could do was hold on tight and make every second count.

“If we do it, we do it together. You and me against the world, princess.”