Queens of Mist and Madness (Fae Isles, #4)

by Lisette Marshall

I’m already risking my life for all of this, I’m not sacrificing my bloody soul, too.’

‘Did I ever tell you how utterly irresistible you are when you’re threatening bloody murder in my name, Em?’

‘Is this the moment to tell you how utterly bewitching you look in the blood of my enemies?’

‘Liria.’ Even breathed so quietly, I could make out the Faerie word. My love.

‘I owe you some overdue apologies.’

‘Appreciated. And mutual.’

‘For hell’s sake,’ he said bleakly. ‘What have you been thinking?’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘have you seen what he looks like?’

‘I’m saying I love him to pieces,’ I pleasantly corrected. ‘Gods help me,’ he muttered, burying his face in his hands. ‘Because you’ve seen what he looks like?’ I scoffed. ‘No. Because he’s the only damn person in this world who’s never tried to make me more than I can be or less than I am. Because he makes me laugh when I’m frightened. Because he knows what it’s like to be everyone’s weapon. Because he stops me from doubting myself. Do I need to continue?’