Twisted (Never After, #4)

by Emily McIntire

“Oh, well, forgive the fuck out of me,”

Tears well in her eyes, making them even more beautiful. More raw, maybe.

I’ve never been someone’s first choice, and I’m not deluded enough to believe that God will show me any favor now.

“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.”

She’s so beautiful it hurts.

Some people say that family is family, blood is blood. But I say that toxic is toxic, and no one is more important than my inner peace, even if it means I lose them for good.

“Tell me you’re mine.”