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

by Amber V. Nicole

“Burn me alive if you must. I’d gladly die by your kiss.”

I was angry with Samkiel, furious. Our entire relationship was built on a lie. I wondered how he could hide something so important from me and still sleep by my side at night. He had kept his secret so well. I wondered what else he was keeping from me. I had no idea he could dance, let alone sing.

“Because when it comes down to it. You or the world? It will always be you. I have lived and died by my sword. None of it was worth it. You are. I will always choose you, and my enemies know it.”

Apparently, eating me out helped his mood, and who was I to protest?

“Threaten my wife and brothers again.”

“Tell me, Milani. Are you or your brother fireproof?” She swallowed, sweat forming on her forehead. “Because I am.” I lifted my hand, and with a snap of my fingers, a flame erupted on the tip. And the room exploded.

“When it went in, it felt like icy liquid sliding through my body and coating my mind, intent on erasing every single thought I had. The magic sought to replace who I am with what magic lived in that dagger, but it didn’t work because you are more than memories, akrai. You are more than flesh and blood to me. You have imprinted on my very soul. My heart beats for you. I breathe for you, and there is no force, no magic in this world that could erase you from me. So there is no need to worry or be jealous ever. If I had found you first, there would have been no one else. No one to receive your jealousy or spark it. You are and will always be the ruin of me.”

“Teaching you a lesson about how you speak to my wife.” I reared back, straddling him. He struggled against my hold and opened his mouth, no doubt to spew some kind of vitriol at me. Not giving him the chance, I gripped his jaw and held it open. I grabbed his tongue and ripped.