Ruling Sikthand (Clecanian, #7)

by Victoria Aveline

Something brainless in her body roused at the sight of the enormous alien king kneeling in the filthy ground, but she silently smothered it. Get a hold of yourself.

He’d had to miss the view of her rumpled hair and heavy lids just so he could listen to his Guild argue about things they’d been arguing about for the past few days.

“No. I don’t bend.” Sikthand’s eyes drifted to the mirror. Truth rose like acid in his throat. “But I could break for her.”

He was staring straight at her, and she had a sinking feeling she was about to be embarrassed. “The human”—his venomous glare landed on Drabik—“is mine.”

Sophia had no idea what she should feel in this moment. The king was literally testing her food for poison. She had to contain her swoon.

I’ve memorized it all so I know exactly where to find you when the pressure in my chest threatens to crush me.