The Half King

by Melissa Landers

For his body to follow the pull of his spirit was an oddly romantic element of his curse that she hadn’t anticipated.

“Are you going to tuck me in?” “Would you like that?” he countered in a low, wicked voice that caused her pulse to hitch. “Would you like me to put you to bed, my lady of the temple? Or would you prefer that I take you to bed?”

Will you be so afraid to dim your gift that you end up dimming your own light in the process?”