Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)

by Sav R. Miller

For the people still learning to love themselves.

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

Every wall I’ve built over the last few years is nothing but rubble now, and I’m left standing, wondering how I’m supposed to pick up the pieces.

let him want me for a few minutes while I pretended not to hate myself.

Thought the opinions of others didn’t matter, because no one would ever be harder on me than me.

That kissing her felt like coming home after a lifetime of not even realizing you’d been missing.

I think I’d rather be there than have to sit with the ice that’s made a home in my veins. I’ll choose his warmth, even if it means getting burned. At least when you’re on fire, you know you’re alive.

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