Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)

by Sav R. Miller

My mother used to say beautiful things were wrought from the most unimaginable pain.

“You weren’t for sale to him, angel, because I already paid for you.”

Or maybe sanity is just the price of living.

“And you, Riley fucking Kelly, are beautiful in a way that’d make the constellations weep.”

I’m losing it, losing the last vestiges of my sanity as they break off and evaporate into her soul.

I happen to like that my home has a heartbeat.