Wrath of the Damned (Deadly Divine, #2)

by Ella Fields

“Tell me that you see it.” Annoyance, and perhaps something like fear, threaded into my voice. “What is it you’re wanting me to see, Florian?” I opened my eyes, and they crashed into his. A mistake, for I could see it swimming within the stormy sea of his gaze. I saw it all before he released those poisonous words to my lips. “That I’m so wretchedly in love with you, it’s both saved and damned me.”

He stood over Molkan, pinned him to his fallen throne with one boot against his throat and the other upon the hand holding a dagger. “I do hope your sick soul enjoyed that.” Florian rolled his neck, his voice deadly deep. “As it was the last time you’ll ever fucking touch her.”