Corrupt (Devil's Night, #1)

by Penelope Douglas

who cared if the house was falling apart as long as it was pretty, right?

“I felt like your friend tonight. You saw me, you liked me, you respected me . . . And now I feel like a simple, stupid girl—a dirty secret that needs to sit quiet in a corner and wait for your word to speak or move. I don’t feel like your equal anymore.”