Empire of Hate (Empire, #3)

by Rina Kent

“I hate you.” “Careful, Peaches. Hate is a mixture of love and jealousy on steroids.”

I’m on my back and the peaches are scattered around us like murdered shooting stars.

But then again, I was never normal when it came to Daniel. I was either obsessed, completely unhinged, or desperate.

“Did you just say I’m a gorgeous villain?”

“The art of pain is an abstract form of vengeance,”

That’s right, tea monsters, be impressed.

It’s hard to hate you and even harder to forget you, but loving you was the easiest thing that I’ve ever done. It was natural, inevitable, and fucking infinite.”