Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect, #2)

by Neva Altaj

No one gets to speak like that about my husband. We may have an arranged marriage, but he’s treated me better in the last twenty-four hours than some of my family members ever have.

If I was a better man, I’d send her away, annul the marriage, and set her free. I guess I’m a bad man, though, because I don’t plan on letting her go.

From now on, I expect a goodbye kiss too. Please keep that in mind, Mikhail.

Composed. Not a hair out of place. Looking straight into my eyes. Wicked, wicked man. The silent types are always the most dangerous.

“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.”

Stormed in, asked about you, told me to pass you a message, then left.” “What message?” “He wants you to text him the list of people who were involved in you getting shot so he can kill them. He said he’s free this weekend.”