Crown of Earth and Sky (Secrets of the Faerie Crown, #1)

by Emberly Ash

“That is your mistake, Arran. You assume that your soul is the only one that is ruined. But listen when I tell you… this thing within me, if it is a soul, is blacker than the starless night above the Split Sea. And no one can save me—not even you. Because I do not wish to be saved.”

The burn of Veyka’s rage on my skin was becoming a familiar, comforting pain. I’d never imagined myself a masochist. But she’d crawled inside my consciousness and now refused to leave.

She laughed then, and the sound was so cold, so merciless, it threatened to shatter something inside me—the illusion that Veyka was innocent. That she was selfish and spoiled and naïve. The belief I’d held since meeting her—the judgment that might be wrong.

“Does the thought of my bloodlust arouse you, Brutal Prince?” “Everything about you arouses me, Veyka.”

She was everything I’d suspected. And more. So much fucking more.

The anger seething in those words, burning in her eyes, in the quivering muscles of her shoulders and arms, sent a spear of pride through me. There she was—the queen Annwyn needed. The one I wanted standing at my side.

Oh. Oh.