Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

He bends further, and there isn’t a single trace of doubt on his face. He’s an immovable object and an unstoppable force. And he says, slowly, “If you think I’m going to let you die, Serena, you know fuck all.”

“If someone had given me a piece of paper and asked me to list everything I liked, everything I dreamed of, everything that I was sure would make me happy, you would have been the final product of it.” My heart thuds in my chest. Good line, I want to tell him, just to dull the way it stabs through my ribs. No need to waste it on me, I’m already a sure thing.