Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

I wanted to erase the melancholy cloaking her.

Something light and velvety brushed against my heart…and fluttered. Just once, but it was enough for me to identify it. A butterfly. No, no, no. I loved animals, I truly did, but I could not have a butterfly living in my stomach. Not for Rhys Larsen. It needed to die immediately.

Terror raked its claws down my spine.

But the way she was looking at me, like she was afraid I might disappear if she blinked? It made my heart ache like she’d ripped off a piece of it and kept it for herself.

In a world where everything else was changing, Rhys remained wonderfully, unrelentingly him, and I never wanted that to change.

Jesus Christ. I wasn’t a religious man, but if there was ever a time to believe in God, it was now.