Sovereign (The Sovereign Mountain, #1)

by Raya Morris Edwards

Last night I was afraid. Today I’m free.

I hope that whatever part of hell he’s burning in, he knows I fucked his wife.

No fear. That sounds like heaven.

I’ve never been safe before. I could get used to this.

In this moment, I want to lower my defenses more than anything. I’m tired. I’ve built so many walls my hands are bloody.

I wonder what he does to unwind, and then realize that’s a stupid question. Me—he does me to unwind.

“Fall for me, redbird,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.”

Am I so starved for love that I’ll swoon over my husband’s murderer?

“Redbird,” he says. “My scars aren’t thick enough to protect me when it comes to you.”

I hate him. I love him. I want to kill him. I want to be his forever.

I am the only son of the Sovereign line and their death is my birthright. I waited long enough. It’s time for retribution.

We both know that whatever we have is born from desperation. Maybe that makes it taste all the better. Like salt in caramel. Pleasure from our pain.

His hands are bloody so mine can be clean. And that’s enough for me to choose him.

Her hand moves faster than I can follow. She flips the holster at her thigh, raises a black pistol, and unloads it. Jaw set and eyes narrowed. Bang. Bang. Bang. Fuck me, I didn’t know my redbird could shoot like that.

I can live without a heart or soul because I have her, and she’s got enough for us both.

It feels like the tie that binds us together. We killed for each other and that feels more permanent than saying vows.

I want to love him the way he loves me. Without hesitation. Without fear.