Silent Lies (Perfectly Imperfect, #8)

by Neva Altaj

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Sienna DeVille,” he says, and my eyes flare in surprise. “Call your don. Tell him Drago said yes.”

Apparently, he still thinks I’m afraid of dogs. Whatever. I don’t plan on explaining myself.

She’s not afraid of dogs.

“Your coat doesn’t serve its purpose,” he whispers in Serbian, his voice is husky and glides over me like liquid honey, “because you’re fucking perfect, Sienna. More beautiful than anyone I’ve ever known.”

“Tako lepa usta, а toliko laži.”