Darkest Sins (Perfectly Imperfect, #9)

by Neva Altaj

But I want to give her something. More than a kiss on her hand. I’ve actually never kissed anyone or anything before. I don’t have much to offer, so that night, I gave her what I had. A kiss for the hand that treated my wound with such care.

I throw a glance over my shoulder. The body of a man dressed in black clothes and wearing a balaclava over his face is lying on the balcony. “Mercenaries?”