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

by Lindsay Straube

Will you think of me? His reply was barely a whisper, lost in the wind. Constantly.

“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 king does not beg.” “He does for his queen.”