Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

“Beg all you like.” He let out a sardonic chuckle. “I’d quite like to see you on your knees.”

“Yes. We are quite vicious to our younger selves, aren’t we?” Dolion’s question echoed my own guilt, and I stood pondering how many times I’d blamed myself for something I was too young to understand.

“A thousand times I’ve fantasized this moment, and still, I failed to imagine you’d be this perfect.”

“I want you. I want you so desperately that I’d kill anything with a pulse just to have you for one night. This insatiable craving I feel …” A muscle in his jaw twitched with the tension in his words and he squeezed my hand. “I can’t fucking breathe. I ache for you, Maevyth. Believe me when I say this.”

“It doesn’t matter, Maevyth,” he said, with a bitter amusement in his voice. “If preventing this plague means sacrificing your life, then I’ve no interest in saving everyone else. The whole world could perish of disease and famine, for all I care.”