Fractured Souls (Perfectly Imperfect, #6)

by Neva Altaj

“Does it mean something? Mishka?” “A bear cub.” He calls me a bear cub. What a strange endearment. I turn my head to look at him. “Is it because I like clinging to you?” “Yeah.” He lifts his hand as if he’s going to touch my face, but pulls back. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“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?”