I’m not saying Devil’s Heart has ruined my life… but it’s definitely making my standards impossible. 

Curled up inside my blanket, I flip the page and bite my lip. There he is again - Dante Marcellus, the villain who’s somehow hotter than the hero, glaring down at the trembling princess with those molten-gold eyes. His black coat flares dramatically, his voice drips danger, and I’m pretty sure if book pages could burn, mine would be on fire.