Between Two Kings (Split or Swallow, #2)

by Lindsay Straube

Eventually, she asked: “What’s your favorite thing about me?” Caspen smiled, and she saw the barest trace of his fangs. “That is easy: your mouth.” She rolled her eyes. “Be serious.” He laughed. “I am always serious.” He traced her bottom lip with his finger. “Your words are sharp.” He looked her in the eye. “Your opinions even sharper.”

She stared into his golden eyes, trying to understand the fondness in them. “How can you always think the best of me?” “Because you are the best of me,” he said simply.

Power is hard-won and not so easily kept. It takes a miracle to obtain it and a single moment of weakness to lose it.”

Always attentive, always tuned in—that was Caspen. It always would be.

Bravery is often the bedmate to fear. One cannot be brave unless one is afraid.