King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)

by Ana Huang

But the little girl was wrong. They weren’t gross; they were simply a part of him. Some people had freckles and moles; he had scars.

If you were my fiancée, I wouldn’t look at another woman. Entertainment or not.

I was of the firm belief that a home should feel like a home. Books should be read, couches should be sat on, kitchens should be used. 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.”