An Unnatural Vice (Sins of the Cities, #2)

by K.J. Charles

The look on his face, the St. Sebastian ecstasy. Nathaniel knew he had to step away, stop touching, but Lazarus’s eyes fluttered open and locked on his. He looked like the sin of angels, like the sweetest fruit at the goblin market, and Nathaniel despised everything about him.

That stopped Nathaniel. He read, agitated, voted, and wrote about the suffering of the poor; he cared about it; but it was not his world. It was a world he observed and felt pleased to know something about. It gave him satisfaction to make others understand a little more, or to offer support, financial or otherwise. He’d never lived it.

And I have frequently observed that a good way to find out what a man fears in himself is to see what he attacks in others.”