Wrath of the Damned (Deadly Divine, #2)

by Ella Fields

“The moment I laid eyes on you was the moment I knew I could never end your life.”

I could never regret taking her. Knowing her. Making her mine. Even if it meant deceiving her time and again.

“If they were, you’d see that I care far more than I ever wanted to.” He laughed, but it held no humor. “You’d see that I feared for you. I’ve tortured and killed for you. I went insane with

desperation to get you back, and I couldn’t, Tullia. I couldn’t reach you.” His chest heaved. “Every time I came close to sleep, it was stunted by terror.” He swallowed thickly. “By thoughts of what he might be doing to you, and you…”

“Exquisite creature.” He nipped, then kissed my finger. “I don’t want your forgiveness.” Our lips grazed with the edged whisper. “I just need your surrender.”

Despite all I’d done, despite all she still refused to give me, it was me she’d materialized to.

I was her place of refuge.

“I can tell you that I have no desire for anything that isn’t you until the sun and moon cease to rise.”

“That I’m so wretchedly in love with you, it’s both saved and damned me.”

“That traitor mark might be something you don’t wish to live with, but to them, it makes you more than a changeling they once had to tolerate because of their king’s vengeful plans,” he said so quietly, I might have missed it if I weren’t stunned. “It makes you their true queen.”