Silent Lies (Perfectly Imperfect, #8)

by Neva Altaj

I’ve been pretending most of my life.

No one can be happy all the time. If they act that way, they are either stupid or pretending.

I’m drawn to her like some distant cold planet is pulled toward the sun, needing to feel her warmth. I need more of it.

The heart will always take the blame because it can’t understand that the love it feels wasn’t enough to save a loved one from harm. And that’s okay, as long as the brain understands it.”

No one touches my family and remains breathing.”