Okay, so it’s finished. And I don’t know how I feel about that. My gut’s all twisted, but then again, that’s been going on and off since the beginning of this series.

Setting aside all the X-Men-level action that went down here and which was a pretty good conclusion overall, this last installment was a real emotional shredder. It made me feel like something exploded in my chest, like someone took out my heart, trampled all over it, and then gently put it back in. Fucking hell, but this series kills. It strangles and eviscerates. Vie’s head is such a dark place to be in, and it’s damn exhausting after four books. I’m totally drained, and I can already feel the mother of all book hangovers coming on.

I don’t accept this ending. Logically, I can understand that the HEA I wanted wouldn’t seem like a realistic way to wrap things up, but I DO. NOT. ACCEPT. this one. After getting so much shit thrown at him from every side, Emmett deserved more. That boy practically laid down his life for Vie, and he overcame so much of his own emotional blocks in the process, it’s crazy. Even that last thing he did, that stupid fucking thing I have a real problem with, was for Vie’s good. For making himself vulnerable like that, for everything he did, he deserved something more.

I’ll just keep telling myself that they’re still just kids, and that down the road, when they’re all stitched up and healed, some version of my dream ending will come to pass. ( )