Saint (Sigma Sin #1)

by Eva Simmons

Saint: You’re lucky, tonight I’m willing to put that enticing idea aside. I’m in the mood to hunt. Violet: What are you hunting? Saint: You.

I’m not sure anyone has ever paid attention to me the way he does. Without interruption. Like every word I have to say matters, even if it doesn’t.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Violet.” Kole pulls my chest to his, his body heat radiating through his thin shirt. “Not in your eyes, there isn’t.” I press our foreheads together. “You pulled me out of the water.”

we become the rain. The lightning. The storm.