The Dread Descendant (The Dread Descendant, #1)

by Lauren Cate Leake

“In a desperate hour, your Prince of Darkness will return. Through a broken line of Magic, into unsuspecting veins. His life will call like to like in those where Magic blood remains. The Descendant of Dread will conquer the plague of the Promised Land, with a single finger, not a sword. Rejoice, child of golden blood, freedom shall be yours. On backs and broken necks will balance be restored.”

“Such a deadly weapon to be so soft.”

“Magic calls to magic. Darkness calls to darkness. Blood calls to blood.”

Beautifully done, Little Viper.

She wanted his all. His silent shadow and his passive protection. His unwavering and unnerving calm. There was no feeling but him. He was all consuming.

He was her savior. But none of that remained in her mind. All she knew was his hands on her body. His lips on hers.

don’t think I quite understood the meaning of your presence until I was forced to endure your absence.”

“I will end each and every one of them that tries to take what is mine.”

A darkness formed on Mal’s face. “You.” His eyes bore into hers with a lethal rage so calm it should have been unsettling. “You are mine.”