King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)

by Ana Huang

A house wasn’t a museum; it was a tapestry of who we were and the lives we’d lived.

“Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”

“You’re mine, Ayana. I teško onom koji pokuša da mi te uzme.”

Srce moje. My heart.