The Cursed (Coven of Bones #2)

by Harper L. Woods

Willow needed to know that I was her only home. That her future started and ended with me. I would tolerate nothing less than an eternity with her by my side, guiding her along the path that she’d always been destined to walk.

To acknowledge that while I might be the devil, she’d made her home in my soul and felt comfortable there.

could want to fuck him and plan to slit his throat all in the same breath, and maybe that was the best way to do it.

“If it can’t be the survivor of his abuse, then I want to make sure that he remembers her face when I cut off his cock and feed it to him.”

“I love you, Witchling. For everything you are and everything you are not.”

I could be the devil’s wife, or I could be the woman who sacrificed herself to save the world from his corruption.

I wanted more of it, and I wanted him to hold me all at once. That was the conflict of our love—the constant push and pull of two people who shouldn’t work, but somehow did.

“Nothing here has any value without you. You’re my home,”

I was sure enough to admit I needed her far more than she’d ever need me. Where I couldn’t bear the thought of a life without her, she’d been willing to tear me from her soul.

She made me a god, and her body was my altar.

For her, I’d spend my life on my knees if she asked it.

The other part of me wanted nothing more than to kneel before her and encourage her reign of terror.

God submitted himself to the Source to gain its trust and power to create life. But he has since turned his back on those creations in his own greed for worship.

I didn’t speak a word as the dead descended on those who had wronged me, and I certainly didn’t watch as they tore them into pieces. The sounds were detail enough.

I’ll watch the world burn before I allow it to force you into something you do not want,”