Night of Masks and Knives (The Broken Kingdoms, #4)

by L.J. Andrews

″No.” I whispered. “You’ve always been my undoing.”

I crowded her, my chest to the back of her shoulder, one hand on her hip. I hadn’t lied—I did enjoy making her gasp. “Do you take pleasure in commanding me?”

“Be a brute as you please, be wicked if you like, but be Kase in these moments with me.”