Hidden Truths (Perfectly Imperfect, #3)

by Neva Altaj

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

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The man who’s been teasing me, who carried me around because I was tired, who bought me nine different body washes because he didn’t know which scent I would like . . . who saved my life . . . is a professional killer?

I reach out, take Angelina’s hand, and the pressure in my chest subsides.

“I don’t know why he reacts the way he does around you. I’ve been with him for fifteen years, and I don’t dare approach him when he’s out. You may have awoken some protective instinct in him.

“I mean, he will kill every person he feels may be of any kind of threat to you. Real or imagined.”

“I will eliminate anyone who might pose even the slightest threat to you, Angelina.

Now, I know. I’m falling in love with a cold-blooded killer.

Her mouth finds mine, and as her lips explore, I forget about the blood and the killings for a moment. The rage I’ve lived with constantly for so long recedes.

“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.”

“Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”

“You’re the only thing that keeps my darkness away, lisichka.”

“I think they threatened to kill you,” Felix says. I stare at the paused recording, my eyes glued to Angelina’s frightened face, and smile. “I’m going to slaughter them all.”