How to Steal a Thief (Unholy Trifecta, #2)

by A.J. Sherwood

Ivan greeted him with a smile. “Good morning, milij. You’re awake?” Aiden stared at him, hard. There were words in the air. Several of them. They might mean something? “Not awake. Right.” Ivan poured him a cup from the coffee maker and handed it over. “Cream? Sugar?” Those words, Aiden understood. He shook his head and slurped at his coffee instead. Ah, his bean-fuel. How he’d missed it.

I gotta tell you, Aiden’s family are assholes. Like, they’re such treasures I feel like someone needs to bury them.

“So, if you know this, does that mean you went outside today?” Ari asked hopefully. “It was chilly. There were people. I give it zero stars, do not recommend.”

he was so sweet natured and charming. If Grandmother had still been alive, Ivan would have had very strong words with her. She’d not done Aiden any favors by raising him as she had. Just look at what’d happened after she died. He’d immediately fallen into bad hands. Granted, they were Ivan’s hands, and he had only slightly nefarious intentions, but still.

Sometimes, you met someone and knew from the first moment you wanted to spend your whole life without them.