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

by Carissa Broadbent

I wanted to tell her, Of course she could make or unmake the world. Have you met her? Anyone who had wouldn’t be surprised.

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

“Mische Iliae, Dawndrinker or Shadowborn, living or dead, I will never let you go.”

And a voice, quiet and booming at once, said, “Get your hands off my wife.”