Wrath of the Damned (Deadly Divine, #2)

by Ella Fields

I’m so wretchedly in love with you.

“Plotting and scheming,” I breathed, my smile trembling. “Plotting and scheming,”

I wanted his punishing devotion and his gentle wrath.

I couldn’t fix something he didn’t want to forgive.

“You are a light in my soul that unearthed my heart. You now hold it in the palms of your perfect hands, and to say that has been an adjustment is a fucking understatement.”

“I will get jealous, butterfly. I will always be territorial. I will get this wrong far more than I will ever be willing to admit, but mark my words…” His head lowered until our foreheads met. “Every realm will freeze over before I allow you to believe that I want to do this without you.”

“A queen always rises for another, darling. And if they’re wise, only ever a queen.”

“Might cry now.” I laughed as she hollered to my back when I walked on. “I’ll be the best damned friend you ever had, changeling.”

“You owe me a wedding, husband.”