Till Death (The Never Sky, #1)

by Miranda Lyn

“If a man ever tried to throw me around, I’d cut his balls off before he had the chance to empty them.”

Am I not enough?” “I am not enough. You are the stars and the storm, Wife. Somehow, you’re both peace and destruction. Nightmare and a daydream. You’re hell and home. Fear and solace. Slumber and panic. Kindness and rage. Light is easy to love, but I’ve seen your darkness, and I want that, too. I crave it. I want to fucking drown it in. But how does any man live up to that? Deserve that?”

“Honestly, where do men get the audacity?” I nudged her with my shoulder. “I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere in that wrinkly ball sac skin.”