City of Mirth and Malice (Vows of Vengeance, #2)

by Alexis L. Menard

“All change starts with one person pissed off enough to get their hands dirty.”

“Nico,” I whispered. He smiled. Steel-grey eyes settled over me. “Hello, princess.”

“There isn’t a hell in the void that could keep me from you, Milla. I’d suffer for a lifetime to have another moment on your lips.”

“Your laugh is a song of victory, proving you faced their worst and not only survived, but came out with joy still in your heart. And that fucking smile, not to mention your eyes—the light still shining in your eyes—they are beacons to me, guiding me to my true home as they have since the first time I caught a glimpse of them.”

“Don’t you dare silence those pretty sounds for my sake, Milla. Let the city hear you if you want to be heard. Remind them all that I serve you. There’s no one else I’d get on my knees for, princess.”