The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

"I don't find quips or innuendos about my wife humorous, Iver, and if you make crude comments about her again, I will no longer concern myself with being your ally. I will have your head, and then I will have your city."

Treasures and gold and artifacts seemed so meaningless when being loved so wholly was far more valuable.

“Give me your pain as you give me your love,” he said, placing my hand against his chest. “Let me carry it as you do, so you’ll never be alone with it.”

We were all shaped by our experiences, but at some point, we had to decide what it made us, what kind of sharp instrument it turned us into. Perhaps true strength lies in the moments when the world tosses us into the fire and we emerge unscathed. Anger and hate came easily, but kindness after the world tried to break you was a mark of true strength.

When it comes to you, I’ll always choose you, no matter the consequences. The world can burn, and the realms can fall to destruction. If there is ever a choice between the two, I need you to know that neither the crown nor the throne means anything to me. None of it would matter without you. It’s always you. You are my priority. I may be a god, but you are the altar at which I worship.”

“I’m sorry. Did I give you the impression that I am one to forgive and forget?” Dianna looked at me as if I’d grown a second head. “You do remember who I am, right?