A Touch of Poison (Shadows of the Tenebris Court, #2)

by Clare Sager

“So, what? I have to touch you every day in order to stay alive?” My words dissolved into laughter, because it was the most incredibly fucking ridiculous sentence I’d said in my entire life.

But as the figure emerged, I realised it was a woman’s, curved like a full moon.

Nah but like round? Like circle round?

“Katherine,” I said against her ear. I couldn’t stop saying her name—my damnation, my salvation, my everything in between.

It’s giving Rhysand

“It doesn’t matter. You matter. You matter more to me than I do. And I surrender this last thing to you.”

“I want you, body, heart, and soul. I want to worship you as you deserve to be worshipped. Adore you as you deserve to be adored. Love you as you deserve to be loved.”

“At your feet, all rules kneel. I’m no hero, Katherine, but, please, let me be your villain.”

This micro trope gets me every fuckin time

“I’ve had enough of heroes.” Like my heart wasn’t thundering, I took my time tracing the scar that ran through his lip. “I dreamt of those as a girl. I consumed stories about them and sucked out the marrow. But no hero ever came. No hero took me from my husband or broke a man’s nose because he called me fat. No hero gave me his blood. No hero made me his as you have.” Because I was. I was his in every way that mattered, in every sense I knew.

“Katherine,” he murmured against my skin, “I love you. Beyond all reason. Beyond all control. Beyond everything. I love you.”

“Like what?” Kat asked, voice husky as her thigh slid along mine. “Like splitting in two and fucking you with both parts of me at once.”

STOP TEASING ME

I was not the powerless woman who’d woken in the Hall of Healing. I was Katherine Fucking Ferrers, and I was going to go and save the man I loved.

YES SIS