Vows & Ruins (The Legends of Thezmarr, #2)

by Helen Scheuerer

He was fucked. Well and truly fucked. Because the way he burned for her… No vows, no notion of duty – nothing – could stop it.

There was no end to the wanting of her, the loving her. It was in his blood, etched in his bones, and it burned through him like wildfire.

‘When I was younger I didn’t know what it was to look at a woman and want to fall to my knees,’ he told her. ‘When I was younger I didn’t know a woman could make me feel powerful and powerless in the same breath. When I was younger, I didn’t know a woman could bring me back from the darkness.’