The Elysean Illusion (The Holy Bloodlines, #3)

by D.N. Hoxa

I turned to Shade again. He was holding his cup on his lap, too, his eyes on me. I loved him for it—there was a goddess in the room with us, and the rest of us could hardly tear our eyes from her face, but all his attention was reserved for me. It made me feel a bit lighter.

“Regret staying here for you?” he said, shaking his head, kissing me harder. “Never, not for a second. I’d follow you beyond worlds, Snowflake.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend, Snowflake. I’ll be your friend, or your lover, or your anything at all, as long as I’m that first—yours.”

And…and maybe possibly with a three-headed pup who looked at me like I was the love of her life. Shit.

Boyfriend. Lover. Friend. Mine.

I love you, Shade, I thought I whispered, but I was too far gone already to tell if I’d said it out loud.

Eeda. It was Eeda.