Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Still warming your bed?” She didn’t want to know how Lorcan knew that. “Isn’t that all you pretty males are good for?”

“We’re not whores for your men to use.” “You are sacred vessels,” the duke said. “It is an honor to be chosen.” “I find that a very male thing to assume.”

“I think not, Prince,” she said in her midnight voice. She sniffed again, her nose crinkling slightly. “But would you bleed red, or black?” “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”

“Should I thank you for putting on pants?” Lorcan said, his voice barely more than a midnight wind. “I didn’t want you to feel inadequate,” Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door.

Death, devourer of worlds.