Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“You’re the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen,” he says simply. Like it’s not a big deal. Like he’s complimenting my taste in socks. Like I could resemble the reflection of a wart on a doorknob, and it would change nothing for him.

Her laughter adjusts the spin of his atoms.

“And while I’m willing to resign myself to an existence without the person I love, I refuse to condemn you to it.”

I thrash around a little, mostly for show, but this is cathartic. I’ve never had a family to disappoint before, and it’s a bit of a power trip. Lots of fun. I don’t understand what Misery has been going on about.

He would die for her, and he would kill for her. More importantly, he will live for her.