Heavenly Bodies: Book One of the Heavenly Bodies series

by Imani Erriu

‘I think you would be very easy to worship,’ he murmured, his voice so soft she almost melted into it.

‘The dragun was my family’s sigil. Sofia made the wolf hers.’

‘I do not just tolerate you, Elara. You are my favourite part of the day.’

‘You’re the most beautiful woman anywhere. But that wasn’t enough to say. To tell you that you look beautiful seemed a lazy way to describe how you look.’ His eyes searched hers then he huffed a laugh. ‘So I didn’t want to tell you that you looked beautiful. I wanted to tell you—’ One of his hands raised to lift one of the thin straps of her gown back in place. ‘That you look like a fallen Star.’

‘Because, Elara, I may be a monster, but you make me want to be a saint.’

She was in love with him. And not only that, when he had kissed her in the clouds, she had felt a lightning bolt of power that she could not deny. It had felt familiar. A quiet recognition. As though after all this searching, her soul had said, ‘Oh, there you are.’

‘You overestimate my compassion, Elara, and underestimate how deeply mine you are. I would let the whole world burn if it kept you warm.’