Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

Grief is a weird thing. It’s the only emotion in the world people claim to understand yet treat as an inconvenience. “Time heals all wounds, Evie.” Spare me. Time heals nothing. Just gives things more space to grow and fester and rot.

I’m angry at Nessa for getting herself killed. And I’m angry at Dorothy for killing her.

“I don’t want to stalk you, pretty girl.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want to fuck you.”

“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.