Fractured Souls (Perfectly Imperfect, #6)

by Neva Altaj

The people who hurt her, who broke her spirit—they haven’t banished it completely. And I will find every single one of them and make them pay.

“You want them dead.” Squeezing her lips tightly together, she nods. “They will die,” I say. “What else do you want?”

“Have you ever met someone who feels like they are a missing piece of you?” I ask. “A piece you didn’t even know you were missing until they stumbled into your life?”

“Everybody leaves, mishka. One way or another,” he says, stroking the side of my face with his thumb. “It’s only a matter of time.”

It feeds whatever longing that’s awoken inside me, the inner need to keep her engulfed in my arms all the time, to know she’s safe where no one can ever hurt her again.

I might be broken, but what’s left of me is desperately in love with him.

All those things that make her her—the same traits that made me fall so desperately in love with her, will also take her away from me.

Maybe, if I loved Asya a little less, I would have found a way to keep her with me.

“The feeling of never being close enough.” His other hand comes to the back of my neck, squeezing lightly. “I have the need to somehow absorb you into my chest, so you’ll always be with me. Safe from harm. Only mine. Forever.”

There are twins in almost every generation of my family, and no one ever had any problems. Don’t panic.” “I’m not panicking. I’m not.” I throw a look over my shoulder at the doc. “Should she be admitted to a hospital? I’ll drive straight there.”