Six Scorched Roses (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1.5)

by Carissa Broadbent

“Whatever you need,” he said. “My blood. My books. My knowledge. Anything. It is yours.”

My Vale.

“You want more than I can give you,” I whispered. “I can’t imagine that ever being true,” he murmured. “Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I’ll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I’ll have it.”

“Whatever you wish to give me,” he repeated, slowly, like he wanted to make sure I understood. “I’ll have it.”