Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“But you shouldn’t let anyone try to change you. You shouldn’t let anyone make you feel like you’re not already good enough. Because you are. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. And the sweetest. You’ve held onto your kindness, even when the world has no right to expect that from you. You’re already perfect.”

“And as for the rest? Fuck ’em. Like I said, they’re idiots if they can’t see what you’re worth, and that it has nothing to do with how much money you do or don’t have. It’s just… you.”

“You’re not a pawn,” he tells me, his voice lowered. “You never have been. You’re a fucking queen. You’re the only person in this whole goddamned world who could bring me to my knees. The only person who’s ever crawled inside my soul.”

Maybe death is peaceful, but life is messy and complicated, etched out in jagged lines and shades of gray.