Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

“The pain is bearable. But to not hold you in my arms is an excruciating pain I’ll never be able to withstand,” he says. “Don’t fight me. Let me hold you.” I

I’m her devil, and she, my darling angel. I’ll find her in death, haunt her for years to come. Her soul belongs to me, and the devil always comes to collect. We’ll rule hell together.

“Keep fighting, darling, until, one day, you can come for me,”

“I love you . . . My queen.” And a final darkness envelops me.

“This whole kingdom better hope she wakes up because, without her, no one is safe from me,”