Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

the biggest monsters always lurked beneath the most unsuspecting guises.

I wasn’t claustrophobic, but sometimes my thoughts trapped me in a cage so small I suffocated with each breath.

After a lifetime of being unwanted, I had no clue how to handle someone who wasn’t willing to walk away. Maybe it was time I learned.

“Promise me we’re real,” I whispered.

Some kisses you felt in your bones. This one I felt in my soul.