A Vow of Embers (The Eye of the Goddess, #2)

by Sariah Wilson

Unfortunately what I remembered most was the way he had kissed me. His strong arms around me, his mouth insistent on mine, his body a hard line against me. How he’d set me aflame with a simple kiss, how badly I wanted him despite how much I hated him and everything he had done. Maybe that was the point. To show me what a fool I’d been. How easily he had drawn me in. And how willing I was to be drawn in again.

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Where was the man willing to impale himself on my sword just to kiss me? The coldness, the venom in his voice, the precision of his strikes against me . . . they again reminded me that I did not know him.

Nor would I allow my husband to ignore me. Maybe I wasn’t beautiful but I was strong and loyal and clever and a thousand other good things.

How could I loathe him so much and still want him? To want to see his blood spill from his neck but also want to take him into our bedroom and tie him to our bed, not letting him leave?

Why was I such a fool? How many times did he have to hurt me before I understood the reality of my situation?

Fidelity was important to me. I would demand it from someone I loved.

I would have a man who was faithful to me. Not one who made promises to me and then kissed another. I’d been foolish enough to harbor a secret hope that something might work out between us, but that was entirely gone now. I would never give him this kind of power over me ever again.

men often did not require a connection to bed someone. That any warm and willing woman might suffice.