Shayna

“I move to the corner, and Roman lies down on the sofa, places his head in my lap, and closes his eyes. “Does your leg hurt?” “Yes,” he says, but there is a slight delay in his reply. “Are you lying?” “Nope.” He shakes his head. His eyes are still closed, but the corners of his mouth lift a bit. “Oh yes, you are lying.” I bend down slightly. “You just want me to pet you.” He opens his eyes and reaches up to tuck one of the strands that’s escaped my ponytail behind my ear. “Yes,” he says and closes his eyes again.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“Decided to finally get out of your cave, I see.” I cock an eyebrow. “You should get dressed. We’re going down for dinner in thirty minutes.” “Slutty, serious, or something in the middle?” “Middle will work.” “Damn, I wish you picked slutty.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“She took my black heart with her the day she left, and if she says no, she can keep it. I’m ruined for anyone else anyway.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“No one will be teaching you Russian, but me. Got that?” “Got it, kotik.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “You do not call a Russian pakhan ‘kitten’, Nina. I have an image to uphold here.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars