Twisted (Never After, #4)

by Emily McIntire

“The girl and everything that comes with her are mine,” I say, my eyes flaring.

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 rude for him to have a voice like that and a face like he does when his soul is so rotten.

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

She’ll be its ruin. She’ll be my ruin. Unless I become the man she marries.

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.”