Even in Death (The Fragile Divine, #2)

by Randi Garner

“You are mine to chase, to fight with,” Cassian snapped. “Nobody else’s.” A spiteful smile broke apart his lips, flashing his teeth. “Who knew the High God of Death and Curses to be so possessive?”

He licked his lips, feeling his cheeks flush. Averting his eyes, he said, “Do you think I wish to feel this way?”

He stared at Cassian’s mouth, his eyes darkening. Heat dropped low in Cassian’s stomach. “Decide what you want, but stop toying with me.” His gaze flitted up to meet Cassian’s, sharp and full of intent. “I will never stop raising souls from the dead.”

“I loathe you,” he said through curled lips. His breath warmed Cassian’s mouth. Desire saturated in his bloodstream, slurring the voice of reason begging him to disappear—to go home and never chase after the young god again. Yet, all he could focus on was Finnian’s fingers bruising his skin. “I loathe you just as much,” Cassian whispered. I long for you, is what he wanted to say instead.

He yanked Cassian forward by his chin and swallowed his gasp with a kiss.

Cassian wanted him. More of him. A terrifying expansion of the desire he failed miserably to ignore. Now it had grown tenfold.

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“I am cursed. You speak of a man I do not recall.” His racing heart drummed in his chest, pulling the muscles painfully taut. He pressed his trembling hand on his pec, tracing the snaked spill of his curse mark. “I do not know what is real anymore.” And that terrifies me.