A Reign of Rose (The Sacred Stones, #3)

by Kate Golden

I’d come to expect the very dregs of human rubbish from most men I encountered.

I was grateful for my life. Not the potential of it, or the purpose it served. Not for what I hoped one day, if every single miracle came true, it could be. But for how it looked today.

“Where did you find this?” I whispered to Kane, who had not stopped grinning at me since Dagan revealed the sparkling crown. Dimples in full effect. “I had it made for you.” “When?” We’d been a little busy. “After I had more fun trapped inside a wine cellar than I’d had in two hundred years of living.”