Stolen Heir (Brutal Birthright, #2)

by Sophie Lark

She’s a piece of music that gets stuck in your head, repeating over and over. The more you hear it, the more it lodges in your brain.

I thought that out of all the sights I had ever seen, Nessa was the most beautiful.

Love is the one thing you can’t steal. You can’t create it, either. It either exists or it doesn’t. And if it exists, you can’t take it by force.

He chose me over his desire for revenge.

We could be the only two people in the world. We could be two figures inside of a snow globe, suspended for all time.

“I was a corpse when I met you, Nessa,” he says. “No breath. No heart. No life. I felt nothing. I cared about nothing. Then I saw you, and you woke me up inside. I was such a fool at first. I was so numb that I thought that spark must be hatred. If I was a normal person, I would have realized it was love. Love at first sight. From the second I laid eyes on you.”