Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

Mr. Townsend approached. “‘Abuse can feel like love . . .’” he repeated. “Why?” Damon remained so still it didn’t look like he was breathing. He looked at the teacher, unwavering. “Starving people will eat anything.”

Now that we know what damon went through...ths is heavy

“Real monsters don’t wear masks, William Grayson III,” I retorted. “They look like everyone else.”

“Use your head,” he told me, carrying me into his room as if I weighed nothing. “You’ll need it to stay alive, because this is not how we end, Emory Scott.” Despite myself, I almost smiled. But I didn’t. No. This wasn’t how I ended.

I’m so freaking intrigued by where Aydins story line is going. Is this gonna be a why choose?! I’ll die 🫨🥰

“Does Will know?” he asked, rubbing my blood between his fingers. “No.” He lifted his gaze to mine. “Because he’s the one pure, beautiful thing untainted by ugliness,” he repeated nearly his exact words from the shower. “And we love him for it.”

Nothing got better with her. It just decayed.

“The role of the villain is only determined by who’s telling the story.”