Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

all too well

“And maybe we got lost in translation. Maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up”. Too much of a Swiftie to let that one slide.

And my world as I knew it shattered into a million pieces.

The beginning of the end...

Yet here we were, existing in the strangest iteration of what our relationship could be. Not quite friends, not quite enemies. Just us.

<3