nath ø

91%
Flag icon
“Damn it, Milene, I’m going to fucking kill you! Get off me and lie on the floor!” he yells at the top of his lungs. “Right now!” “You’re a damn magnet for bullets, Salvatore.” I kiss his hair and tighten my grip. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve already used up your nine lives, so you’re not getting shot again today.”
Stolen Touches (Perfectly Imperfect, #5)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview