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

by L.J. Andrews

“You’re mine, Mallie,” I said through a deep growl. My eyes held hers in the dark. “You’ve always been mine.”

For too many heartbeats, I simply studied her, memorized her. Malin Strom was my beautiful downfall. And I would take any pain if it meant more of her. Ruin me. Brutalize me. Just give me her.

roof, Gunnar raised his bow for a new round. He fired, loaded, repeated, Tova at his side acting as a mirror. ″Kase.” Hagen noticed. His face turned to steel. “Kase Eriksson is that my bleeding son?” ″Yes.” I wouldn’t