Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

And maybe if I was a sentimental man, I could find the beauty.

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

“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”

“Are you quoting Shakespeare to my pussy?”

I know she can take care of herself, but it doesn’t mean she should have to.

hell she wouldn’t fly off the handle.

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.

although there wasn’t much left of Dorothy after I melted the skin off her bones.

“I didn’t know that I could love until you. And you’re not perfect, okay? You piss me off and you do things I never thought I’d be all right with, and you’re moody as hell. You’re actually the furthest fucking thing from perfect I’ve ever seen. But, Evelina…you’re perfect for me.”