Demon's Bride (Crescent Coven, #1)

by Leigh Miller

“Take care of her,” she says in a voice like ice. “Protect her.” “It’s an insult that you think I would do anything less.”

“What’s your favorite food?” she asks me. You are, my mind immediately supplies.

there could never be a life in which I did not know you as my own.

Contentment. Bliss. Whatever you call the absolute, unquestionable knowledge of having a partner who loves you and never intends to leave. The certainty that you’ve been claimed, and that your claim has been accepted in return.

“Your value does not lie in what you can provide for others or what ‘use’ you render, my bride. Your value lies in the simple fact of your life, your existence.”