Empress of Fae (Blood of a Fae, #3)

by Briar Boleyn

“You're all I think about. You're all I see. I'm so tied to you, I barely know who I am anymore.”

I had saved Morgan. If her hating me was the price I had to pay, so be it.

“I’ve waited my entire lifetime for Morgan,” I said simply. “I’ll go after her even if she doesn’t want me. Even if she runs in the opposite direction. I’ll follow her to the ends of Aercanum, and I’ll never stop.”

A king utterly lacking in honor who had broken the most fundamental of all laws when he betrayed the guests he had welcomed into his land, his court, his home.

Instead of an honored pawn, a noble queen, I had become—in the span of a night and a day—a cruel king’s plaything. The subject of his abuse. The target of his rage.

I choked. I fled. I ran. There was just one small problem. I wasn’t sure there was a me without him.

“Two children. Both raised in violence and blood with a cruel father. Who could have said which one would nurture the violence they had borne and which one would repel it?”

“There are no limits to my love for you, Morgan. When Myntra and Eskira and every place in Aercanum have crumbled into oblivion and the universe itself dissolves into nothing, my heart will still beat for you.”

Let the world go up in flames around us. Let her brother sweep the world with his war. I’d let all of Aercanum burn before anything harmed her.

“All or nothing. In dreams as in life.”

“Yours is the only kingdom I'll pay fealty to. Yours are the only feet at which I'll willingly kneel.” He leaned back and touched my chin, lifting it. “I'd rather be a villain by your side than play the hero for anyone else. The world is dark and vile, but I'd willingly follow you into the depths of hell itself. All I want to do is shield you. Do you understand, Morgan? You're my redemption, good or bad, right or wrong.”

“So consume me,” I whispered. “I see your shadows, too, Draven. And I'll only burn for you.”