The Cursed (Coven of Bones, #2)

by Harper L. Woods

For those who love them murderous.

Who could sleep while the devil was watching them?

“Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.”

I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me intently, his arms leaning into the bed beside my head until there was nothing but him and the warmth of his golden stare. "Gray..." I trailed off, closing my eyes when it became too much. "Let me love you,"

“I’ll lose too much blood.” He smiled at me, slowly pulling me back into his space. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” “Absolutely fucking not,” I said, my brow pinching when he laughed. “Good girl,” he said, tipping his head to the side. “But do you trust me to keep you alive?”

“I must look like shit if you’re being nice to the fucking cat,”

I wasn’t strong enough to resist him. I wasn’t strong enough not to fall prey to his sweet, whispered words. I’d thought sex would be my undoing, but it was the way he seemed determined to sink inside my heart and make his new home there.

Her gardens. I'd fuck her in them to remind her exactly where she belonged, trapped between me and the earth.

the man who had somehow survived for centuries but had the emotional intelligence of a newborn who threw a fit anytime he didn't get his way.

And this is my problem with the book…

Absolutely not. I would not fuck the murderer.

"You ever touch another woman, and I'll—" "What? Throw her down the stairs?" I asked, smirking at my wife and the fury on her face. "No," she said, surprising me with a ruthless smile. "I'll throw you down them, and then bury you alive."

I could be the devil's wife or the woman who sacrificed herself to save the world from his corruption.