Bride (Bride, #1)

by Ali Hazelwood

And then she never showed up to help me put on the duvet cover, despite knowing that it’s the single hardest thing in the universe.

“If you come with me, Misery, you’ll have to be marked.”

I’m listening…

“Honey,” I ask, lowering my sunglasses to the tip of my nose, “are we rich?” His glance is only mildly blistering. “We’re just banned from most Human-owned airlines, darling.”

“I know you don’t like my scent.” “I fucking love your scent.”

“My smell. Do I smell like . . . ?” “Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”

Oh lordt 🫠🫠🫠

She’s not like he imagined. She’s more, in every possible way.

A second later, my fangs sink into the vein at the base of his neck.

👀

His blood tastes like his scent, and his smiles, and his hands lingering on my skin.