Fate Calls the Elf Queen (The Elf Queen, #3)

by J.M. Kearl

It was like seeing the sunrise after only witnessing the dark, or the nostalgia of coming home after years of being away. He smiled at her as if he too might be feeling the same thing.

Because you missed me. You’re drawn to me even if everything in you wants to fight it. You can’t help it. So don’t fret, love, I’m here now.

Hel’s voice whispered in her mind, Careful staring like that, little rabbit, you might give the wrong impression.

“So now you’re supposed to be my hero?” “Hero?” His eyes darkened and he sauntered toward her, stopping inches away; the curl of his magic slid along her skin, catching her breath. It wasn’t dark and frightening but sensual as if it wanted to wrap around her and know every part of her being. “No, love, I’m certainly the villain. I’m everything from your darkest nightmare. I will do things that will break your heart. I will kill whoever I need to fucking kill, and if it’s a sweet innocent human by mistake, then it’s collateral damage, and I won’t give it a second thought.”