Twisted (Never After, #4)

by Emily McIntire

That’s what cancer does. It ravages you from the inside out without caring who you are. It doesn’t matter whether you keep the world in the palm of your hand or if you have more money than God. It just feeds on death. And death always wins, one way or another.

It’s amazing what we’re capable of overlooking— what we’re willing to do— when it comes to those we love.

Only now, she’s burned into my brain. And I’m not sure how to get her out.

“If I wished for it,” I murmur, leaning in until our noses touch, “I could make you need nothing but me.”

There aren’t butterflies in my stomach. No soft pitter-patters of flapping wings or gentle flips. Instead, he causes an inferno, raging through my system and disintegrating me.

“I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me,” I rasp. “But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.”

“You’re an angel, gattina. And I’ll break your wings just to keep you by my side. So do us both a favor and walk. The fuck. Away.”

“I’m in love with you, Julian Faraci. And I would burn the world myself if it meant I could keep you by my side.”