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

by Carissa Broadbent

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

“It shouldn’t bother us.” “You just hesitated before you said that.” “No, I didn’t.” Yes, he fucking did, but fine.

“I told you I would never let you go again,” he murmured. “I won’t.”

“I know what it looks like when a man is gone. And he is so far gone for you.”

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, Asar Voldari, Warden of Morthryn, king of the underworld, heir of Alarus. I love you, and in this life or the next, worlds mortal or divine, I will never let you go.”

At last, he said quietly, “I could not let you go, Dawndrinker.”