Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

“Then, I will beg. If that’s what it takes. I will beg that you take me back.” “Beg all you like.” He let out a sardonic chuckle. “I’d quite like to see you on your knees.”

Once we reached the dungeons, Zevander swiped up the key and opened the door to my cage. “You’re certain you’d prefer to sleep down here?” “As opposed to what? Pacing an empty room with only shadows to keep me company? Yes. If I’m going to be a prisoner, might as well sleep in the dungeons.” He groaned, stepping aside so I could enter the small cell. “Enjoy, then.” The moment I entered, he closed the door behind me. “Don’t you feel just a small bit of guilt locking me in?” “No.” The obnoxious turn of the key emphasized his point. “Your heart must be the smallest organ you possess.” “And your mouth must be the largest.”

“You fucking look at her, and I’ll carve your eyes from their sockets then cram them down your gullet.”

“You want the truth?” “Always, yes.” “Your snoring.” “What?” Heat flared in my cheeks. “I don’t …. I don’t snore.” “You do. Was awful that night. Scared me shitless.”