Hidden Truths (Perfectly Imperfect, #3)

by Neva Altaj

“They all seem innocent. Until they try to slice your neck while you’re sleeping.

Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.

He’s wearing that cologne again, the one that messes with my head.

“Why would I take you on a picnic?” “Because girls like that?” “Bullshit. No girl wants to sit on grass and eat off a plastic plate while trying to shoo away the ants and flies.”

“There is nothing sexier than a girl who knows how to handle a gun.”