Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

See, what Dorothy doesn’t realize—what nobody else knows—is while our father may be the face of the family business, he’s not the brains. He needs me for that. So she may have his attention and get showered in his love, but she doesn’t truly have his favor. I do. And it starts right here, in my greenhouse full of poppies.

“There’s no one like family, Evie, and there’s no place like home. We have to stick together.”

“Tell me to sit and eat like a good boy, and I swear to fucking god I’ll do it.”

“You don’t have to trust me, Evelina. But words are your safe space, the same way that they’re mine.” My fingers thread through his hair. “Let me be your calm in the chaos, pretty girl.”

But if I’m her calm, then she is my chaos, and if I can’t live with her forever, then I don’t want to live at all.