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

by Amber V. Nicole

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

Vincent was afraid.

“The World Ender had a lover and not just a fling like in his past. They say she is a beast made of flame and hate, and she followed you lot back. His beast. The female Ig’Morruthen.” Dianna. He meant Dianna.

Samkiel was a light. He promised peace and change, and I had helped snuff it out. A part of me hoped I burned in Iassulyn for eternity for it. 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.

“Umm, come get me,” Elianna cleared her throat, looking around the room, “bitch.”

“Besides, I love watching the lords curl their lips when they hear it. Since I have a pussy, they prefer queen, but we all know in our world the title of king holds more power.”

I need her, but I did not say that aloud.

“I did everything you said to make them hate each other. Everything. I ripped the false sister from her exactly as you wished. This is as much of your problem as it is mine.” “Except I do not love her.”

That made my pulse quicken, and I knew they heard it.

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

Isaiah glanced at the coin in my hand before meeting my eyes. “What’s it like? To love?”

“You are divine.”

"Let it be known that I do not fear your wretched king. Know and tell all, I will hunt every being who wears her colors or screams her name in praise. I will feast on you and your loved ones, making you watch as I do it. Nismera will be a footnote in history, and all who follow her will die screaming."

She lit a spark inside me, chasing away that harrowing darkness, and all it did was burn brighter the more I was with her. I never wanted it to go out,

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.

“There’s my girl.” “There’s my girl.”