The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)

by Carissa Broadbent

“Billions of threads,” she murmured, “and not a single one where you say no.”

“You chose this battle. You chose it when you took your first steps into Morthryn, and you choose it again now. You set out to change the world. You set out to create a god. So do it. This is the time for conquering, Mische Iliae. Go.” There was no way out but through.

“I cannot see everything, but what I do see already looks . . . ​suboptimal.” He made the word suboptimal feel like a grave personal insult.

“Get your hands off my wife.”

“I think it’s best if only one of us is dead at a time,” I said.

“He makes me want a happy ending.” When I finally forced myself to look at Raihn, he was giving me a quiet, serious stare. “Is that silly?” I said. He shook his head. “No. It’s not silly at all.”