Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

And, more importantly, I wondered why I cared.

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

Josh lowered his mouth to mine. “Ask me if I care.” He swallowed my angry retort with another bruising kiss while his fingers delved between my legs to find me already wet and aching for him.

“I don’t aspire to be the type of person who apologizes so much that they’re good at it.”

“I kept telling myself, next year. Next year will be the year I call her and make amends. I never did. And now, I never will.”

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

Now, she was beautiful in a way that made me want to drown in her, to let her fill every inch of my soul until she fucking consumed me. It didn’t matter if it killed me, because in

a world where I was surrounded by death, she was the only thing that made me feel alive.