The Firedancer (Black Cat Circus #2)

by Rye Cox

The boy was so light that I knew he had to be lying about being an adult. I was a tad bit stronger than normal humans from the Vermilion Bird blood, but I definitely wasn’t strong enough to hold an adult human man up like I was holding a puppy.

Maybe I had a soft spot for people with strong features and kind hearts, and that was what had attracted me to him in the first place.

He was brighter than my flames, and I was the moth that was drawn to the deadly beauty.

Gods, even the twinkling stars reminded me of Rhett’s bright greens. The man had done something to me, and I half wondered if he was a witch who’d cursed me.

“If you let fear dictate your life, then are you really living?”

Was this what flirting was? Because it was an amazing phenomenon.

The movies always said kissing someone you liked felt like fireworks, and I never knew what that meant, but I did now.

Everything with Rhett had happened hard and fast, but it felt right. He had claimed me, my fire and everything that I was.

”I love you.” Ever since the first time I’d told him those words, it was like the dam had broken, and I couldn’t keep the words out of my mouth. I wanted to tell Rhett I loved him every chance I got.

I didn’t expect him, but was so fucking thankful that fate had brought him to me. He was my love. My home. My everything.