Throne of Secrets (Prince of Sin, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

There was nothing quite as satisfying as ruining your enemy’s night.

You looked like you were contemplating something vast. Love, loss; those are typically the biggest culprits of intense longing. It was either that or you’re constipated.” He tossed his head back and laughed,

Sometimes Fate was a cunning bastard. I owed him a drink.

I would sacrifice my court for her and not regret a wretched moment of the decision. I’d made peace with my moral compass long ago. If I had to choose between her and the realm, it would be her. Always.

I wanted to launch myself over the wall, make sure the stupid, idiotic rake was indeed breathing. So I could throttle him myself when this was over. Lust gave me a knowing smirk. “Thinking of hitting him? Don’t worry, we all do.”