Hideaway (Devil's Night, #2)

by Penelope Douglas

I was losing grasp of the life I wanted to have and the person I wanted to be, because I kept being stupid.”

“Sometimes when everything and everyone around me is hard to face, I look up.”

He kissed me, and while I knew we weren’t being realistic—hiding each other wouldn’t last—I couldn’t help but be excited for the promise of more stolen moments. I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to feel him.

“If you love her, she can hurt you,” Natalya told him. “If you hurt her instead, she’ll never escape you. You’ll always own her. She’s yours. You don’t ask, and you don’t care. Take what’s yours. Take her.”