“His name tasted acrid on her tongue. It twisted something up inside her. Colton Price, who she’d hated. Colton Price, who she’d loved. Colton Price, who had taken her hands and kissed her as the bowels of the afterlife thrashed all around them. Who had ferried her through Hell and back without batting an eye.”

“His name tasted acrid on her tongue. It twisted something up inside her. Colton Price, who she’d hated. Colton Price, who she’d loved. Colton Price, who had taken her hands and kissed her as the bowels of the afterlife thrashed all around them. Who had ferried her through Hell and back without batting an eye.”

— Kelly Andrew