Category: TWISTED GAME by ANA HUANG BOOK 2

SOMETHING CHANGED THE NIGHT OF MY GRADUATION. PERHAPS it was the shared trauma, or the fact Rhys had voluntarily opened up to me about his past, but the longstanding antagonism between us transformed into something else— something that kept me awake late at night and drove the butterflies in my stomach nuts. It wasn’t a crush, exactly. More like attraction paired with…curiosity? Fascination? Whatever it was, it put me on […]

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BRIDGET One second, I was standing. The next, I was on the ground, my cheek pressed to the grass while Rhys shielded my body with his, and screams rang out through the park. It all happened so quickly it took my brain several beats to catch up with my pounding pulse. Dinner. Park. Gunshots. Screams. Individual words that made sense on their own, but I couldn’t string them together into […]

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TRIAL MONTH FOUR By the time graduation rolled around a month later, I’d corralled the butterflies into a cage, but an errant one escaped twice. Once, when I saw Rhys petting Meadow, who’d worn him down with her utter cuteness. Another time when I saw the way his arm muscles flexed as he carried groceries into the house. It didn’t take a lot to get my butterflies going. Hussies. Still, […]

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TRIAL MONTH ONE “You’re joking.” I pulled the black vest out of the package, letting it dangle from my fingers like a dirty piece of laundry. Rhys sipped his coffee and didn’t look up from his newspaper. “I don’t joke about safety.” “This is a bulletproof vest.” “I’m aware. I bought it.” Inhale. Exhale. “Mr. Larsen, please explain why I need a bulletproof vest. Where am I supposed to wear […]

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RHYS Bridget and I arrived in Athenberg, Eldorra’s capital, four days after my no-more-walking decree opened a second front in our ongoing cold war. The plane ride had been chillier than a winter dip in a Russian river, but I didn’t care. I didn’t need her to like me to do my job. I scanned the city’s near-empty National Cemetery, listening to the eerie howl of the wind whistle through […]

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ONE OF THE WORST THINGS ABOUT HAVING A ROUND-THEclock bodyguard was living with them. It hadn’t been an issue with Booth because we’d gotten along so well, but living in close quarters with Rhys put on me on edge. Suddenly, my house seemed too small, and everywhere I looked, Rhys was there. Drinking coffee in the kitchen. Stepping out of the shower. Working out in the backyard, his muscles flexing […]

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