Six Scorched Roses (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1.5)

by Carissa Broadbent

suppose that once someone has seen my bare ass, we can drop the titles.”

“Time, Vale,” I said. “Time is the most valuable resource of all, and some of us are perpetually short.”

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

“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.”

“It must be hard,” he murmured. “To bear the weight of so much affection in a life so short.”