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

by C.N. Crawford

Instead, I’m fleeing from a fucking basilisk so I can marry a man I’ve kissed once, a man I’m also trying to kill. Worst game of Kiss, Marry, Kill ever. The

“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.”

“Tell me you want me.” His voice is husky, ragged, stripped of his usual control. “I can see it, and I can feel it, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me in English.” “I don’t just want you.” I take a deep breath. “I need you. Without you, I’m not whole.”