Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)

by Sav R. Miller

She still clings to the hope that one day, we’ll be whole again. That the stains on our soul might disappear if enough time passes.

I used to think that outside hatred couldn’t touch you when your self-deprecation screamed louder.

Maybe it doesn’t matter how society paints them, or what stains mar their pasts. Maybe what matters is the lengths they’re willing to go for the people they love.