The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys, #4)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“Your love,” he says. “In my chest.” He kisses my cheek, lingering close. “I can feel your love like a million golden stars in the endless abyss that is me.”

She’s the brightest shining light in the dark. The second star on the right.

I look around the room at the four men before me, on their knees. I love them, each of them, in my own way and they love me in turn. My vicious men. All of them, mine.