Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect, #2)

by Neva Altaj

“Thank you, solnyshko,”

WEAK IN THE KNEES FOR THIS NICKNAMEEEE

Yes, motherfucker. She’s mine.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Eyes off my wife, kid,” Mikhail says behind me.

MEOWWWWWWWW

then starts braiding my hair for me.