The Cursed (Coven of Bones #2)

by Harper L. Woods

I’d always been comfortable in my skin and in my body, but something about having a man who appreciated every inch made me love it even more.

“Let me love you,”

“I have given enough. I have lost enough. I am not going to lose you, too.”

“Because until you’re willing to let me go, you’re never really going to have me at all. You’re always going to wonder if I would stay—if I would choose you if given the chance, and not knowing is going to haunt you for the rest of your days.”

“I hate that you made me love you,”

there, sharing breath with me and holding my stare. “I love you, Witchling. For everything you are and everything you are not.”

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

“They would gladly sacrifice you if it meant the world survived, but I wouldn’t. I would never walk this plane again if it meant I had you at my side in Hell.”

They would sacrifice me to save themselves, but he wouldn’t.