Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

For the misunderstood.

“A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.”

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

“Don’t you have a thing for pretty daughters?”

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

I don’t like the way he makes me feel. Because I want to give him my name. I want to ask about where he’s going and who his friends are, and that isn’t how I work.

“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.”

“Ever heard of manifestation?” I retort. “You gotta speak things into existence. Maybe if I say it enough, you’ll stop being such a bitch.”

“Words were my calm in a life filled with chaos.”

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

My pussy contracts. He knows Emily Dickinson.

This made me cackle

letting him be the calm to my chaos.

“I think,” I say carefully, “the only love you can count on is the way you love yourself.”

“Interesting you let a woman hold such prestige. I’d never allow such a ridiculous thing.”

Ew

She’s going to ruin my fucking life.

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.

Which means she’ll never be mine.

I realized that I didn’t have his number, which is insane considering his dick has spent numerous hours inside me,

Lmaooo