Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

“It seems you can be charming, after all, Lord Rydainn.” “I suppose I have my moments. Between bouts of rationality.”

So achingly beautiful,

After supper, I’ll fix you a bed.” She raised a brow, staring out of the corner of her eye toward Zevander. “If that’s sufficient for you.” I swallowed a gulp at the idea of sharing a bed with him. “We’d be grateful.” A quick glance toward Zevander showed him staring back at me, a hint of amusement behind his otherwise dark gaze.

Hehehe

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.”

“But I have such … intrusive thoughts. Thoughts I can’t help sometimes.” “They’re thoughts. Not will.”

“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.”

Correct answer.