I have always been the type of person that gets so into reading that the books affect my emotions. But it has been such a long time since I've been such an anxious/depressed mess because of a book. I'm exhausted. I feel like I can't function because of the giant emotional roller coaster I just got off of. 
 I never expected Dex and Perry to be anything other than an unbreakable team, even though they both hurt the other in ways that can never be undone. But when Perry went through some pretty terrible shit and Dex wasn't there to pick her up, I knew things were only going to get worse. (view spoiler)[ When she had a miscarriage and suddenly began to do crazy things like she was possessed, and then when she actually slept with Maximus, of all people...Damn. Just...damn. (hide spoiler)] 
 At least Ada was a pillar of support for Perry, because I don't think she would have made it, otherwise. Go Ada! Perry's parents have to be the worst parents ever. Even worse than they had been in the other four books. I really didn't think I could hate them any more, but I searched deep and found a small reserve of hate just for them. And don't even get me started on Maximus. What a jerk. After everything, you would think he would be capable of doing the right thing and helping Perry out. 
 I wish that (view spoiler)[ Perry had ripped his balls off while she was demon possessed and could get away with it (hide spoiler)]. 
 And then, suddenly, there's Dex, and everything is going to be ok because he's Dex. Even though he can be a jerk and he hurts Perry when he gets too scared of being vulnerable, he will do anything for her. Even die. 
 I felt like I was going to die during most of this book. There were times I wished I had the strength to stop reading. It was heartbreaking. It was terrifying. It was absolutely perfect.