*Wiping the blood off my nose and staring straight into the camera* This is a love story.

I got the romance I was left wanting for in the previous book. And I got a lot, lot more out of this. I wish I could tell you how much I loved this without going on an incoherent ramble, but damn. 

This book isn't completely HORROR horror, but it's glancing enough with the genre that I will forgive the misclassification. It is horrifying, in part, but really, it's a fucking love story, and a damn good one at that. The longing, the raw and unfiltered want, holy hell. And the horny. The horny was great.

The town itself, the romanticization of the place you can't ever get out of because you were born and bred there, and even if it is the worst place on earth, you love it because it's yours. The possessiveness of it all that I could acutely relate to.

Angelina, the bright, burning, cocky and self-important star of the story. What a woman. Jagvi, her beacon of light and her darkest companion. Patrick, the poor sod caught between these two whirlwinds. These three and their interpersonal relationships made this for me. I love this town; I love these imperfect assholes, these jagged edges of humans. 

I'm so glad I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I started this book. This was everything I wanted in a book, neatly wrapped up in beautiful narration and a genuinely convincing fear at times. Hell isn't as hot as this book. Amen.