Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

“You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”

Grief wasn’t one emotion; it was a hundred emotions wrapped in a dark shroud.

It was okay to reach for a life raft, no matter what form it came in.

Mine happened to come in the form of Josh Chen.

Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.”