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.

“You’re the only thing that keeps my darkness away, lisichka.” I kiss her shoulder. “If, one day, you decide you’ve had enough of my shit, just leave and never look back. And make sure you hide very well.”