Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

If my body was a kingdom, he'd be waging a celestial war against me where I'd easily crumble beneath his forces. The gods within have grown tired, and it's a relief to succumb to an inferno the devil created just for me.

His eyes darken like a forest fire within, blackening with a hunger as potent as the flames. I’ve never been so ready to walk into a wildfire.

I feel myself approaching the mouth of a volcano, where I’ll peer inside, only to be blown to smithereens by the catastrophic eruption.

His voice is as deep as a mountain and as rough as the rock it’s made of.