Lady of The Lake (Fey Academy for Spies, #3)

by C.N. Crawford

mahogany

mahogany

mahogany,

“It’s like I was living in a world of shadows and mist, and then you showed up in my castle—wild, furious, insulting me. And you looked like dawn.” His voice drops. “Rose and honey. You felt like something I lost a long time ago. And ever since, I haven’t been able to clear my mind. Without you, now, I think it would feel like the air stopped moving through the trees. It would feel like the sun would never rise, the rivers would stop flowing, and everything would turn to dust.”

“I’m not your sister, nor your aunt,” I whisper, “but I am your queen.” “That,” he whispers, “might just be the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“I will never stop thinking about you.” His voice is ragged. “Even when the stars burn out, you’ll still be in my head because you were the only thing that ever made me feel like I wasn’t completely alone.”

“I will never let you go again,” he rasps. “You’re the first light. You’re the start of everything.”