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

by Helen Scheuerer

‘You have no idea how much I want you. How I burn for you. You lit an inferno within me and it won’t stop. I can’t stop —’

‘I have many regrets in this life,’ he murmured against her skin, kissing a path down to her navel. ‘But not tasting you that night in the woods is one of the biggest. I need to rectify that now. Let me show you how much I don’t want you, Thea.’

‘I knew you’d be my ruin, too,’ Thea whispered.

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

Men were screaming.

‘Then tell me, what do you feel?’ she asked. The energy surging between them was palpable, a current that formed around them, drawing them together, so powerful that Thea felt it in the soles of her feet. Wilder was so close that she could feel the tremor of restraint that gripped his body. ‘Everything,’ he said at last, and then he kissed her.

Gods, he had been right in every sense of the word. Althea Zoltaire would be the end of him.

The king looked between the two of them curiously, before nodding to Thea. ‘If anyone tries to poison me, you throw as many damn knives as you want.’

‘I am the storm,’

‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, frowning. ‘Writing a fucking sonnet, Your Highness,’ Kipp replied. ‘What’s it look like?’