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

by Lindsay Straube

Was worshipping one god really so different from worshipping another?

She fell asleep thinking about Leo. She woke up thinking about Caspen.

“How long have you loved me?” Caspen held her gaze as he whispered, “Far longer than you have loved me.”

His grip tightened on her shoulders. “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.”