The Dawn of the Cursed Queen (Gods & Monsters, #3)

by Amber V. Nicole

Apparently, her maker, Kabitch—sorry, my pen slipped—Kaden had a plan far grander than any of us suspected, and none of us knew it wasn’t him at the helm.

If I must die a fiery death at her hands… I just hope I go with my Xavi.

Another part of me knew Dianna would hunt me, hunt us all like she did for her sister. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t welcome it.

How ironic was I? The boy who was so afraid of monsters in the dark that I became the very thing I feared.

Love to us was deadly, powerful, and, above all, something we would rip to pieces to keep.

“Being around Dianna was the first time I truly felt anything besides anger or hate or bloodlust. For us?” My eyes held his. “Love is a terrible, cruel thing.”

If he was the sun, by the old gods, she was the moon. Powerful, dark, and overbearing at times. She never left him, nor he her, as if they danced around each other for eternity.

Perhaps it was truly a funny thing not to realize how broken or damaged you were until someone came along and picked up every single fractured piece and showed you how just being you was enough.

I have distractions, Logan. Never forget that. I do not have fun.”

Her edges were ripped, jagged, torn, and bloody, but she built herself back up the best she could. She enclosed herself in unbreakable and impenetrable walls that would take decades to breach. I hoped that when he looked at me and saw this new version of that girl, he would recognize that parts of her still existed. I hoped he cared enough to want me, and he could see that every bit of good I had salvaged from that girl was now his. These were hopes I clung to.

Oh, my man was in a mood, and I loved it.

Samkiel was royalty, and today, he displayed that fact. He was a king awaiting his intended queen.

This was it. He was it. He was my everything.

Destiny be damned, right?” “Destiny be damned.”

“The only time I want to be responsible for your tears is when you’re a sobbing, aching mess. When I’ve made you come so many times that you weep from bliss.”

“My akrai. My Dianna. My love.”

“Saving someone from something that horrific doesn’t make you a good guy. It makes you decent. It should be normal to be disgusted with that,”

Now I understood the look on my father’s face and my mother’s tears as she held me that night. I did not make Oblivion. I was Oblivion.

“Not now, Grog.” I spun, still holding Killium, my spear drawn. “Can you not see I am in the middle of maiming?”