Kiss of the Basilisk (Split or Swallow, #1)

by Lindsay Straube

“You complimented me at the expense of yourself.” She shrugged. “I don’t know how to do it otherwise.” He shook his head. “You are the extraordinary one.” “No. I’m not. I’m utterly ordinary.” Caspen sighed. “That is patently untrue. But I do not expect you to believe me.” “You don’t?” “No,” he said, the gold of his eyes flashing in the dim firelight. “You do not see yourself as I do.”

He wanted her more than life itself because a life without her wasn’t one he cared to live.

She was his sun. He revolved around her.

“Temptation, salvation, heaven, hell—you are everything, Tem. You are my undoing. You are beyond comprehension. There are no sufficient words to describe you, either in my language or yours.” His hands moved to her face, cupping her jaw. “My compass points to you. I could not change direction even if I wanted to.”

A moment later, he was on his knees, and for the second time, Tem knew what it was to have a prince kneel before her.