A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)

by Jessa Wilder

I’d have taken her away the second we’d escaped that hellhole, hidden her like a fucking dragon in my cave, if

He dips his head to my ear so only I can hear him, and I can’t stop my shiver when he says, “I’ve caught you, Little Sparrow.”

Dressing her has been one of the small indulgences I’ve allowed myself. Spoiling my girl even before she’s mine.

“Tell me what’s up with you…I thought you wanted nothing to do with her, but you watch her like she’s the fucking air you breathe.”

“She told you she didn’t want to hear about it until she was at least twenty-five. That if someone was truly interested in her, they’d be willing to wait.”

“So, what are you saying? You’ve been waiting for her?” “Ten fucking years, Damon. Her time’s almost up.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That my Little Sparrow is about to be mine.”

Matthias growls, then raises so his forehead is pressed to mine, and takes several breaths before saying, “I always knew you’d be the ruin of me.”