The Prison Healer (The Prison Healer, #1)

by Lynette Noni

“So,” Kiva said, “most men are pigs.” There was a loaded silence, the only sound being a quiet huff from Naari at the door—almost as if she were amused—before Tipp finally said, “I’m a man. I’m not a p-pig.” “You’re still young,” Kiva returned. “Give it time.”

So true bestie

If they come to me with a problem, then I have to treat them. It’s not my job to judge them, only to heal them.” Kiva’s gaze shifted to Tilda as she finished,

We love a nurse

“So, for every person I carved, I . . . I cut myself, too. Later, of course—when no one was around. No one ever knew.”

Kiva naurrrrr