Threaded (The Solstice Cycle, #1)

by Tay Rose

“I love you more than the stars in the sky, my light. Never forget that.”

And he was so, eternally, fucked.

We don’t worship a goddess because she’s weak, and I think it’s time this kingdom remembers that.”

“And I don’t care about your past, or your future, or any of it. Because you are fucking mine.”

“You know of the Ginnelevé, your Majesty. Do not forget her. The journal you have been gifted shall guide you, but let what is inside of it lead you.”

She was so beautiful. He didn’t think he would ever not have the wind knocked clean out of him at the sight of her, all sun-kissed skin and dark hair and fierceness etched across the planes of her face.

“Every single inch of me craved—craves—you. I didn’t just want to know your body. I wanted to know your brilliant mind, your wild soul, the deepest parts of yourself you would never dare share with anyone. I wanted it all. And I couldn’t fucking handle it. It didn’t matter that my father re-issued his threat. I couldn’t stand that there might actually be someone in this world who would complete me so fully that every fucked up thought I’d ever had would suddenly make sense.”

You brought me back to life, Mariah. And I don’t care if this means our very existence is now damned, or if this makes me the weakest man in the entire kingdom. But I love you. And I will love you until the stars blink out of existence and the moons drop from the sky. I love you with everything I am, and everything I will ever be.”