Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

Time heals nothing. Just gives things more space to grow and fester and rot.

“And real emeralds have flaws, sweetheart. Just like the rest of us.”

“Let me be your calm in the chaos, pretty girl.”

“the only love you can count on is the way you love yourself.”

I pry her grip from the metal, threading my fingers through hers so she can hold on to me instead.

BOY IS WHIPPED