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The last thing I needed was to fall for my husband and let down my guard.
“Not all monsters are born from the gods, my queen. Some of us were made.”
“Sore, my queen? We’ll have to add riding to your training regimen. That, or being
ridden. I’ll have a word with Zavier.”
“Feel free to wander into mine, Princess.” He leaned in closer. “Zavier likes to share.”
“Praise is for the bedroom, Cross. Not the training ring.”
“You don’t have to hide who you are, Cross. Not here.” Not in Turah. Not with him.
somehow, he’d become the center of this new life. The axis I seemed to orbit.
He gave me the freedom to be myself. To stop hiding.
He was a man who’d follow me off the cliff, who’d jump at my side, not pull me away from its edge.
A real smile, wide and white. My heart skipped. It was a smile to chase away that sullen fog. A smile to brighten a miserable day. A smile, just for me.
“You have always been my queen.”
He was going to set me free with his death.
Not silver. Not hazel. Not even emerald green. They turned gold. The same gold I saw each morning in my mirror.
“You are mine, Odessa.” It was a growl, more animal than human.
“You’re a pain in my ass.” “So eloquent, my queen. Also, that’s my line.”
He was giving his sister the choice he had not been given. The choice I hadn’t been given. If I hadn’t already fallen for this man, that might have pushed me over the edge.
“I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.” “Neither will I.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I will find you. Here, or in the shades.”
