Hunt on Dark Waters (Crimson Sails, #1)

by Katee Robert

It doesn’t matter what path you tread in life as long as it’s the right one for you.

Never fall for a paladin, little bird. Their first love will always be their god, and you’ll come a distant second. If that god demands your bleeding heart on an altar, they will weep and wallow in guilt, but they’ll hack the organ right out of your chest without hesitation.

“What are you doing?” “The only thing a man in my position can do when faced with a goddess. Worship her.”

He growls against my flesh and obeys.

“If you can take more, I have more to give.” Yep. This man is definitely going to kill me. I will welcome every moment of it. He’ll send me to the underworld with a smile on my face, and what more can a witch ask for? “Give me everything.”

She snuggles closer until I put my arm around her. It’s very, very cute.

“You’re not a witch, you’re a succubus.”

When he comes, it’s groaning my name against my throat. He makes it sound like a benediction. Like a prayer.

“We really are the villains, aren’t we?”

“Bowen,” she says slowly. “Did you just offer to murder the captain for me? How did you know that was my love language?”

Hope is a horrible, nebulous thing. If I don’t ask the question then I can stay in this moment of not knowing. There’s magic in ignorance; haven’t I learned that lesson several times over by now? But if I’m going to start being brave and searching for answers, that needs to start now.

She’s choosing me, the same way I’m choosing her.

I want to be worthy of this woman’s love. No matter what she says or thinks, I’m not there yet. Maybe I never will be. But that just means I’ll fight all the harder to honor her.

I want a cozy blanket, a racy romance novel, and maybe some hot sex in between naps and reading.

“Evie.” “Hmmm?” He chuckles. “For us to only have six hours of sleep left, that still leaves four hours of fucking.” “Does it?” I ask innocently. “Yes.”