Broken Souls and Bones (Stonegate, #1)

by L.J. Andrews

To claim something as his—a strike, a kill, a horn of ale—Ashwood tapped whatever he wanted three times.

Pulse racing, I touched where Ashwood held his hand. Three taps—his gesture for claiming something as his. It meant mine.

“You’ve done something to dig under his skin, and I must know what it was, for he is the most infallible, unruffled ass I’ve ever met.”

You above everything. His words moved against my face. Burn it all if it means you still live.

I was supposed to despise you, hunt you. Instead, you’ve brought me to my knees, begging for more of you.