To Hunt a Demon King (King and Coven, #1)

by Madeleine Eliot

“First of all, because it will upset them,” he said, when I had asked why I would need to be subjected to this charade. “And secondly, because payback’s a bitch, Red.”

“I wasn’t annoyed that you picked me because I didn’t want to kiss you.” “You weren’t?” I breathed. I felt his lips turned up in a slight smile, still unbearably close to mine. “I was annoyed,” he said, “because I didn’t want the first time I kissed you to be in front of an audience.”

“If you are still interested, and if we find ourselves someplace that I can do the job properly, then make no mistake, Elara, I will gladly take you to bed.”

“How often will I see you?” I asked quietly. “After I ask the king for his protection?” Carnon’s eyes met mine, his gaze steady and contemplative. “I don’t know,” he said at last, brushing another kiss over my lips. “But every day, if I can manage it.”

this bitch is gonna wait until the WORST possible moment to tell her who he is. OR he wont even tell her and shes gonna find out from someone else

“Give me one more night,” he pleaded, dropping his forehead to mine, “Where I am just Carnon, and you are just Elara, and we can just be whatever this is.”

But for once in my gods-damned life, I hadn’t been the Demon King or the sword of justice or the protector of my people. I hadn’t been loved or feared or envied. With her, I had just been Carnon, and I had wanted that for one more fucking night.